Why I Am Doomed to Failure.
I forgot to take my medication last night, and thus I canceled all of today’s plans and have sat here in a cloud of self-pity, relentlessly researching Why I Am Doomed to Failure all day on the internet. The conclusions I’ve come to is that I will probably end up living in a gutter, drowning in student loan debt, and I will never be a good enough girlfriend, I am not as smart as I think I am and I am a terrible daughter.
This is ridiculous, and I’ll be fine tomorrow because I have to get out of bed to go to work (no other choice, and this is a good thing). Tuesday, Drake and Hanson (yes, motherfucking Hanson) are playing a show together, and so that should be really fucking weird, weird enough to cheer me up. I am sick of the rainy weather though. But like that piece of shit said on 4th Avenue last night, “Smile, it could be worse.” (I really hate it when people tell me to smile. But yeah, it could be and it has been a lot worse).



