Yes I’m watching The Hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy right now. It might be the only good thing about today, since I have succeeded in proving empirically that life sucks. I’m so upset that I won’t even bother trying to make my bitterness sound funny.
I screwed more than once during my TOEFL test.
Oh, and you how sometimes you can anticipate a disaster? Like, for example, everytime you do something you think “this might go wrong eventually”. Well, today I streched my arm to set a mug on a shelf -as I always do, because I am too short even for the shelves my parents use- but this time, the mug did slip from my hand and it fell on my hand. A big, heavy mug. It hit my head hard, then bounced and hit the floor but it didn’t break. That’s how hard the fucking mug was.
I’m super frustrated about this. You don’t understand how it feels, and I wouldn’t know how to explain it. I’m sorry if it sounds silly but to me, it’s not. Of course, it doesn’t help I haven’t been too optimistic lately, either.
Sorry about being such whiny. I needed to get it off my chest so, thanks for reading me 
