As much as I wanted to, I can’t. I can’t because I’m scared. I cant because it hurts. I can’t because I’m sober.
Okay, so bad luck day strikes again. Turns out that after all the planning and shit that I’ve done, nothing have and will ever come into fruition.
First, my goal to graduate this December is never gonna happen since this terror professor of our department who’s gonna be department chairman this May blocked everyone of us from taking advance subjects this summer because of the reason “I want to terrorize them for another year”. Unbelievable.
Second, a motherfucking cellphone. I told my mom about my plans about this matter and she said yes. Now, it seemed like I never told her anything. I still don’t have a phone.
And finally, JUST FUCK THIS DAY IN PARTICULAR! This is frustrating. Now I remembered why I don’t plan.
Fuck you life!