When you grow up, life only gets worse.
Not for me. Sure, some categories have gotten worse. Some have gotten better. On the whole, though, my balance is slightly positive... Slightly.
You gotta get a job, sometimes two, to buy the stuff everyone wants and just to survive because not everyone is born with a silver spoon in their mouth
No argument.
All you do is sell your time on Earth and your very soul for minimum wage.
Eh. I watched my kid at a art competition today. Art is beautiful and tickles my brain. Gotta find the good diamonds in the pile of shit that is life. Most things suck, our duty is to find the good bits.
My existence is worthless. Nobody likes me either.
Nobody likes me, either. While there is a part of me that would enjoy that, there's another part that thinks it's incredibly freeing. I am not beholden to anyone's expectations. I can do whatever the hell I want.