perspectivate

The world does not exists to please you. Said a voice from the sky.

Oh my GOD!!! NO!! NOOOOOO!!!

She cried.

I haven't always had what I wanted... !!! She said softly.
If you mean the candy bars your parents didn't buy for you, that doesn't count.

And there she stayed writhing in the floor of anguish; she couldn't have the exact color of nail polish she wanted, the poor thing.