If you don't want to read whining, you should stop here.
It'd be the fucking impossible version where Waldo is any kind of happiness or love, and the picture I'm eternally trying to find the stupid thing in is a collage of shock site images.
If my life were a 1000 piece puzzle, I would be the 1001st piece. Maybe for awhile I'd try to force myself where I didn't belong, but once the true pieces were all found, I'd be tossed aside, knowing I could never really be a part of the big picture. You'd wonder why the fuck I came with the puzzle in the first place, since I don't belong anywhere, and begin to feel contempt for me, maybe deciding to throw me in the trash, or light me on fire.
If my life were the 100 metre hurdle, I'd be one of the hurdles getting in the way of what you really want. A distraction and annoyance on your way to your real goal. Just another anonymous unmemorable obstacle in the way of your desires.
If my life were my life, I'd be worthless and ashamed.