Do you ever have those days where it feels like every possible thing that could go wrong in your life is managing to go wrong, all at the same time? That's been the last month or so for me. Just when i think it can't get worse, it somehow manages to. I'm getting so sick of it. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Part of me wants to stand outside in the middle of the night and scream at the top of my lungs and pray that i wake up everybody around me. And part of me wants to go take the longest shower the world has ever seen and just never get out so i can hide from all my problems.

And to top all of this off, i started writing another story yesterday. just a story that vented how i was feeling. I didn't think out a plot, i didn't name my character, i didn't do anything. I opened word and i started typing whatever came to my mind. Whatever i was feeling at the moment. Then James called and i went to talk to him for a bit. and when i got off the phone with him, the computer had died and i had never saved my work. So just yeah. I don't know who will even read this. But i just needed to complain somewhere. Because you know what? The worst that can come of this is other people yelling at me. And by now i wouldn't be surprised at all if my life somehow managed to get worse.