Who doesn’t like a little bit of bitterness? Who can honestly say they love how their life has turned out? No one.
It’s not an individual feeling to feel like your life is fucking waste of time. That things just aren’t going well, and frankly, hasn’t ever really gone that well in retrospect. It’s fair to say that life is a series of random events that crashed together out of mild personal interest. The truth is, the things we force and want are always the things that elude us and are replaced with something dull or with nothing at all. It’s why it’s so important to not make plans, not to have dreams, but rather to learn how to manipulate people around you to make space for you, like a tree or vine might attack the branches or roots of another tree it climbs all over or suffocates with its canopy. That’s what this picture is about. Bitterness, luck, and manipulation.
