No, really, the username fits.

[mycanonhatesme]

So, I was going to bitch and moan about how much my life sucks, but someone else did it so much better than I could. Spoilers for last night's Smallville. *cough*

I still don't feel fully therapized though. Tell me I'm not the only one who feels like the entire world is designed to make their lives as difficult as possible?

Comments

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

I really don't think any of us can beat super empathy with a side of WHAT THE CRAP from this week's ep.

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

There's no way I can beat you in that department, cousin.

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Wow, I am sorry for that.

WTF WRITERS? WTF?!

[wanna-be-lucas.livejournal.com]

We could play this game, but something tells me you'd get all keysmashy.

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

No. But at least you're still alive.

[solo_sword]

You know, I thought I had it bad, but you totally win. SUPER EMPATHY. How you're not boozing it up, I don't know.

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

You're not alone. I'm looking forward to causing 5 years worth of damage to another galaxy. Maybe that's why I get stabbed in the stomach so much.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

*raises hand* I got married off to some random two-dimensional tart for two years recently, while the writer flagrantly refused to acknowledge the fact there's at least three people back home with various designs on me. But a plucky snarky mercenary, another plucky snarky mercenary, and a plucky snarky journalist aren't schedule-friendly hardboiled enough, apparently.

Two years, and yet I still can't seem to be able to name the newborn anything beyond 'little girl'. And I'm still on the run for no particular reason. And I'm still stuck in the future due to a Random Plot Fart. And my father is still being written as a moron. And my adversary who used to be a member of the team is still being written two-dimensionally. And--

...

Something tells me my mun has issues.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Dude. I end up cursed and I don't have it off that bad. I am so sorry.

[gameknowsgame.livejournal.com]

Only when my dear, dear friend S is around.

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

Well, I was brought back 20 years after I supposedly died in order to replace the real Spider-Man because some people thought it would be good to turn Spider-Man into a grim and gritty anti-hero whose tragedies made him finally snap for a few years. "How do we ditch the dark stuff and the marriage?" Marvel asked. "We'll bring back the clone and say that he's the real one, and then we'll write out the Spidey that people have been reading about for the last 20 years! It's brilliant!"

And then, just as soon as they actually committed to doing this (which took for-freaking-EVER), they decided that they didn't want good old Ben Reilly to be real anymore, so they gave me a final issue where I get my butt kicked by a guy who'd been dead longer than me, revealed that the whole "Ben's the real guy" thing was a sick joke, and then I was impaled by a bunch of spikes AND disintegrated into nothing. And then Marvel did their very best not to reference me in any way outside of a little AU future book for about a decade, when some writers who actually liked me started using my name as an Easter egg.

Bucky gets to come back from the dead, and I'm still ashes scattered to the wind.

I think you still have it worse, though.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Okay, you know, I'm just gonna stick with my own incredibly screwed up life because WTF, super empathy.