Why does life have to suck so much? Why can't it just be simple? Why can't my mom's book sell so she doesn't have to worry about money? Why can't my brother do something that makes him happy? Why can't my mom figure out what will make her happy (something that isn't completely ridiculous and stupid)? Why did that fucker have to die and leave me as the only one who can take care of my family? Life would be so much easier if I were rich....
tdg64:
Why? Here comes the snow!