Bed of Roses
You know when you are real young every problem in life seems like its the end of the world. You do that for a while. Then you get older and when problems happen they suck, but you can say to yourself, “Someday I will look back at this and laugh.” Then life throws some real shit at you. One thing after another after another. At some point you realize that you will never laugh about it, that it will never be ok, that even if things turn out all right the ends can never justify the means.
It becomes hard to laugh after awhile, sometimes even hard to smile. Telling people, “Oh, its not that bad,” out of politeness begins to grate on your nerves. You become bitter and miserable and wonder how you can be happy again, how can you appreciate what you do have? Then it goes on, it continues, at some point you realize you are alive because the other options are unbearable, and its been that way a long time.
This is not a way to live a life. And it can't get better for a very long time.