life is unfair? oh, teenager

you feel life is unfair to you?

hey girls, come on, we're not seventeen years old anymore. look to those who breath through respirator for all of their lifetime, nw you complain your life is unfair?

when I was 15 or 16 I got a birthday present from my brother who now is hospitalized for an awful motorbike accident. It was a book: "If High School Is A Game, Here's How To Break The Rules". It's written there: "stop complaining. if you don't like something, change it!" hey man, that book is for High School students. You can see how it mostly will go further right from the first year of your relationship with a man. You were, you are free to decide what to do. You can change your mind if you want. Heart can be adjusted if you think about life. If you think about some "Romeo And Juliet Heaven Of Love" then it is another case. Fortunately, I got out of that pool. Hard times ahead? sure! But I get over it, at least I move to another problem. I am not a wise man of solutions, I am a trouble maker. But at least I am not a cry-baby, girl. Boohoo.
Laugh and move on. You know your frown makes you not a bit happier. Scream and go mad if you want. We are all here, on earth. We are all creatures of dissapointment. Cry in the toilet, then jump into life again.

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