The Seventh, and Last, Stage of Hell--My Life

Of course, while there's amazing things in my life, there's horrible things, too. Nearly everyone has a story, something they've done or somebody they've met along the way, the challenges they've faced, or the doubts they've had. I've got a story, and not a pretty one, either. Life hasn't handed me lemons, at least, not that much. So what can you do except drink apple juice instead?

Life sucks. There's no doubt about that. Having to worry, and hurt, and try and suck it up isn't fun. Zombies have the right idea--why feel pain? Why not eat brains instead? After all, a lot of people don't use them enough to need them. But I guess part of being human is feeling pain, and happiness, and regrets. (Though I regret almost nothing.) It's loving and hating and all that good stuff. 

So yeah, life is hell. It makes you want to play the violin with a razor blade--minus the violin. it makes you want to cry and scream and hit something. But life isn't all bad either. I have my best friends, who are always there for me, no matter how bad I fuck up. My dad may suck, but he's working on it, and my step mom is the best person in the world. Sure, I may pass a mirror and think, "am I really that ugly?" But someone close to me will smack me upside the head and say, "stop ogling yourself. You have too many people doing that for you," or something along those lines.

Of course life is hell, but, sometimes, it can also be a slice of heaven.