The idea of life is something that gets ingrained in our psyche since we develop the ability to know right from wrong. We are expected to do things accordingly, and be fine no matter the outcome. Does that seem right to you? Needless to say, I agree with those of you that are capable of seeing what a massive load of shit life turns out for many of us.The clusterfuck I am currently nursing shows love is for suckers, and fairytales are a product of a fucktard who was probably thinking; hmmm… How can I feed a load of crap to these spoiled brats so they can pad my bank account further? What? Am I wrong? Fuck no, since I was a little girl I learned that fairytales are not always what we think they are.They always seem to come from some horrific event in which the main character’s tragic affairs are never avoided. You live and learn they said; wise words to live by. My years on this earth have been many, but only until today did I get to experience life in a different light. Which brought me to believe that stories with realistic expectations are nothing but a crock of shit. Am I bitter? Perhaps. Am I mad? Fuck yeah!