I see now why it's hard to stay friends with someone after you've broken up with them. It's sort of depressing, ain't it?
I don't know what makes a terrible day terrible, but the person who 'suffers' through one, just knows it's a terrible day, even if the events that took place weren't even that bad.
To start things off, let me just say, I was a bit grumpy and tired. No, let's use the word exhausted.
My morning has been one terrible thing after the other.
My mother missplaced my library book. Hardcover too. I just know I'm going to be the one paying for it. And lemme say, the library has gotten a ton of my money from my late fees. And ju