...Imperfect Life...

Isn't it so odd the way that Life always wants to go opposite of the way you want it? How whenever you really want something to happen, it doesn't? And the things that you never wanted to do, or the things you never expected to do, somehow you manage you end up doing in the end? It's all so opposite; nothing ever goes the way you want it to. You can plan the perfect situation for years and it's still going to turn out somewhat wrong in the long run, just because life can't be perfect. Imperfection is life, but is it too much to ask for things to go right for just a little bit? Shouldn't you be able to be able to do some of the things that you've always wanted to do without interference?

...Life sucks and I still love it.

Talk about fickle. The normal hate/love scenario. I loathe it to the point that I couldn't do without it.