Life is the most fucked up thing to exist. When things seem too good to be true, they are. True Happiness is temporary, but so is sadness. Life is a complete, unpredictable rollercoaster that only few can successfully overcome and by the time were ready to settle down and fully enjoy what life has to offer, it’s over. Life is over, nobody ever gets out alive. I’ve always been one to advocate how precious our one life is, make the best of it, but whats even the point? Homeless, rich, skinny, fat, black or white, we all end up the same way. So, what makes life so worth living? Love? Friendship? Laughter? Sure, but with all of those also comes heartbreak, enemies and cries. Life—not ours to understand, but ours to decide what to do with it. And in the end, who the fuck really knows.