life's a ****ing *****.

you're born in to this world (just as a new canvas is put up for sale in a store)

you are tasked with painting the canvas however you want, and you could end up... I don't know, with everything you ever dreamed of, let's say.

you might end up creating a real work of art. something that not only you are proud of, but everyone around you is proud of

where am I going with this?

well, just like a canvas can be ruined with splodges and miss use, life can be ruined too- with things that come along that make the painting (or life ) blurry

but, unlike a canvas (which will be around for ever), this mean thing we call time comes along and says, I don't care how good the painting is, I don't care what you're doing, rich or poor, employed or unemployed, young or old, this is all the time you are getting, and that's that. you don't get a rerun, that's it

so **** life because all in all it means **** all.

even if you are the best at living it's taken away from you.

it's all a big load of blah