It goes on..

Sometimes, when life fucks you over, you can't help but wonder "where did I fuck up". You go over everything you've done, analyzing and reanalyzing everything till you mentally exhaust yourself. You think to yourself and wonder what you could have possibly done to deserve this, any of this. You pour yourself a drink and light one up and while you wallow in your misery, life has already moved on to fuck over the next poor soul. While you're wallowing over the damage you've been inflicted, the cause of the damage itself is long gone. Someone hurt you, a lot. While  you roll around in your own self pity and pain, they're out doing their thing living their life and not thinking twice about any of it. Something bad happened to you, courtesy of life and all its unfairness, and while you are thinking about how sad you are how hurt you are, life has already moved on and is a million miles away. Life is unfair. It sucks. Friends leave. Family disappoints you. People die. But when all is said and done, you'll be digging your own pitiful grave while everyone else? Well, they're living their life and moving on. So maybe it's not that easy to just up and move on, and maybe it's not that simple and it maybe even the hardest fucking thing you'll ever have to put yourself through, but the thing is, life doesn't wait for anybody. So you either man up, dry your tears, put on your happy face and start moving on, or you'll just spend your entire life feeling sorry for being such a miserable fuck up.