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Life is just one big pile of shit piled on yet another larger mountain of shit. If you have the patience or lack of complete realization you can wade through the copious piles of feces and garbage that populate your life. Hey who knows you might even be one of the lucky people who loves the fact our world is one smouldering pile of steamy shit. It just seems like when you've started to adjust to the already gargantuan amount of useless crap in your life, plop, here comes another pile fresh and ready to ruin another fucking day or week. I hate my life I really truly and honestly do. There's no other way to describe it. Every fucking time I turn around it's like there's some almighty fucking toilet being flushed on my fucking life. Of course the worst part is, that I only have myself to blame for the current standard. So I guess I could just say that I really hate myself more then anything. Not much else to say, nope, life is shit. That's about it.