Where Bad Things Come From

It is all so unpleasantly clear that I will never be at ease, that it is unlikely for me to find any sort of comfort in this horridly ungrateful "life." The ones who try the hardest are never given the peace of mind, nor the end of the glorious finish line. I curse at something invisible that directs me down this treacherous path. I swear and yell and scream at it every day, "Set me free, I just want things to go right!" I don't think that it's God-- no, it's something putrid that resides in the toxic nothingness above His home, a place where karma is a rigged arcade game and kindness fails. A place where it sits upon it's ugly throne and looks out over all the trying flickers on this world and chooses favorites to send goodness to. Am I just so unworthy, so insignificant a person to have good things happen to? When is it my chance, my break? I grow frustrated with the countless souls who tell me, "That's life, it's how it goes. You just have to keep going." Save your ridiculous babbling, I've heard it so many times before. What I need for you to tell me is HOW. How do I keep going?