I have not even come close to escaping my cynicism, but I think I've discovered a new twist that is hidden in such an outlook. What we know and what I have expressed is this: Life sucks. Life is heartbreaking. Life is hard. Life can't be planned. Life is too short. Everyone will let you down at some point. No one in your life is perfect. No one, except you, can make you happy.
Well FUCK all of our lives then!!!! Right?!
STEP 1: Fuck your life. Begin with this attitude.
STEP 2: Hate, and expect the worse from, all you come into contact with.
STEP 3: Stop paying your bills, and start buying cigs and booze.
STEP 4: Random hook-ups?
STEP 5: Make yourself gorgeous (head to toe) in order to feel good about one part of your life.
Ok, now you're officially jaded.
AND, here's what's probably going to happen now:

2) Everyone around you will bug the shit out of you sometimes... as you will them... and that's just the way it is. Surprisingly though, committing yourself to hating everyone will somehow turn into accepting everyone for who they are (without rose-colored glasses)... and soon that hate turns into an indifference, compassion, and/or love for whoever is bugging the shit out of you at the moment.

5) You now look good as a fake version of yourself: This also makes you broke, but totally worth it :)
I'm pretty sure this is where my life left off last time I wrote, so an update of what you can now look forward to if you chose to blindly follow me on my “Fuck my life!” journey?

Okay, that might not all happen to you verbatim, but I'm sure life will throw it's own on top of your shoulders whilst trying your hardest to believe life.is.stupid.always. And what I learned while trying my best to face all of this as a jaded cunt? Fuck my life, I don't really hate anyone (though I do only truly like a few), my time is best spent loving; listening; being good to those that matter; not letting my past define the future; standing up for myself; and creating the life I want... even if it contradicts what other’s want for me.
Now I'm able to see the miracles in each day, which went missed by my heart before. The absence of my “rose-colored glasses” has in fact had the opposite affect of what I expected. I’m not angry, or lonely, or fear the horror of the future; rather, I have been opened up to acceptance and strength, I’ve gained the knowledge that love is everywhere if you're willing to see it in its purest form, that I'm destined to be happy and sad just like everyone else, and that everyone has their own battles that cannot and should not be judged.
While living in this new “Reality”, I’m starting to discover more and more about myself. I worry far less, I’ve stopped pleasing others before pleasing myself, and I don’t plan out how my whole life is going to look…
I now see that everything that happens… is just life. I have one shot at this, and it's both a beautiful and ugly thing...
RIP Uncle Ken. I love you.