I am really tired because I've been up all night comforting my friend (for the 500th time this month), because her boyfriend broke up with her a month ago and he just fooled around with someone else. She refuses to realise that she's better off without him, and she cries ALL THE TIME! And frankly, I'm sick of it. So, I wake up at app. 9 o' clock, hungover and I have an appointment with a friend in half an hour! And so I run home and get the hell out of there, actually feeling kind of good after having slept only 4 hours and being hungover. I realise after some time that my bottle of water has sprung a leak in my bag and my cellphone is more dead than kenny on a good day. I'm leaving the country in 3 days and I have to spend 200 dollars on a new phone! In addition, the guy I'm so infatuated with, but was getting over... well, everyone seems to think there's something going on between us, and I hate this because I seem to be the only one knowing that there isn't! And I hate this fucking day! Stupid, damned day of Satan! Fuck, fuck, fuck! And I really want to yell him because, well, he's an asshole (and he isn't even my asshole). Fuck off, world!