The last decade was a very tough one for me. I moved several times, dealt with a horrendous family situation which lead to my parents' divorce (to help everyone gauge how hard life was - the divorce was something I celebrated), was alienated for a year by my brother (we're so close we're practically the same person), was cruelly pushed away by my true love (yes, I did just say that), lost several pets, an uncle, and a precious friend. I've battled depression, I've dropped out of college, I've had horrendous fights.
Through all of this I've maintained that life sucks - but I never said life was unfair.
As of today I am officially stating it: Life is unfair.
What's caused this change of opinion? My ridiculously hot history professor. I'm sure anyone reading this laughed out loud at that, but I write in earnest. He's attractive in every sense of the word. In my life there's only been one person who I could not only conceivably marry, but wanted to. He quashed that idea. I've just met the second. He's already married.