Well, all of that happened

It's like the world sat back and asked, "okay, we've really done a number on you but you know what would really piss in your wounds?" And then did it.

And you can't do shit about it but take it, and be unhappy. Such is life, I guess. I wish I could be mature about this, but God, no, I really can't. I'm so tired of it. NEVER CARE ABOUT ANYTHING, IT ONLY LEADS TO MISERY.