Life is one giant ball of
mixed with the much preferrable
Don't deny it, everybody has hated their lives at one point or another, we aren't perfect.
For the days/weeks/months full of the less preferable string of words, we all just need to sit down, take a Xanax, sip some wine and relax.
At least, thats what soap operas and sitcoms aimed at a teenaged audience teaches us, right?
Disclaimer: for those of you who do not know me, I neither drink nor take Xanax. This is purely fiction.