You know when you do something stupid, like lose your cell phone, and then the next day instead of going on your normal life, you end up fucking up something else, like driving into a mailbox, jacking up your car,and totally demolishing the mailbox. (Not to mention you ran over five cute little bunnies on the way who's innocent little lives just ended on such a cruel note thanks to you?) Then you sit there and think to yourself, What the HELL is wrong with me?!

Sometimes I feel so empty minded. I lose so many things, I should put a beeper on everything I own so when I can't find something I'll just beep it down.

Or you know when everything is just going down the A-hole like you get fired from your job, your car blows up, your uncle gets prostate cancer, your cat drowned in milk, and you hair catches on fire. And you think to yourself, Why the FREAKING hell is all this happening to me today?! Why is it that when you have a bad day, every single thing goes wrong and it messes with your mental health.

There are days when Southern can make me feel like the world is just taking a nice, hard punch to the back of my head. I get so stressed out here, I swear, my suite mates must think I'm really disturbed cuz I curse so loud, and scream into my pillow, and slam anything within the range of my raging hands like some over dramatic emo kid.

It just makes everything shitty. Things that are near impossible just seem to happen that day, like a plane will crash on your house following a meteorite and no one else's homes are even touched. Only yours, not your annoying fucktard of a neighbor who pees on your lawn. Just yours. Why is that?