Man, it really is a day of bad luck. Today I kept on hearing bad news after bad news after bad news. One blessing that I have to count is having dinner with my grandmere. We talked to each other and I told her all of my problems. After she told me how proud she was that I learned to grow up independently while my cousin on the other side of the table nagged about how much food her mother bought her.
So Happy Friday the 13th to you all. And if you think you got it worse, you probably do. I even came home to my parents complaining about their own bullshit. My, don’t we all have first world problems.
