whine up

I was born a whiner. I complain a lot. Sometimes I just keep it to myself, the whining. It's not that I am afraid people will hate me for it, it's because I find it a bit tiring already. Most of the time I feel so fucked up by life that all I can do is just let it fuck me some more, I end up enjoying it. But really, if you think about it, I'm not the only one in this world whose life has been a mess since the very day of existence. There are those who had endured much than I have. There are those who were deprived of education, a home, a right, love or even parents. Yet, inspite of these, I still have the nerve to complain about my own life. Only this time I not only complain about mine but those of others as well. This is how life humors me.