Cliff

I get the feeling the universe wants me to jump off a cliff and die. Seriously.

Nothing ever goes right for me on the first, second, and sometimes sixth tries. No matter what. No amount of preparedness helps.

I get to Central and I have nothing set up for me. A few things STILL arent't working right for me, and it bothers me because that means someone else was slacking. I finally get my credit card in the mail back home, and I have The Boy give me my number and info and such, and the card number does not exist in the bank's database. How the HELL does that even happen? I am pissed off beyond reason right now. I need to get some things done. I need to finish buying my textbooks, yes, on credit, because I'm so poor it makes me want to cry. I have no idea how I'm going to pay this months phone bill.

I'm also extremely sick and tired of my life revolving around "I don't know" and "Maybe". I want definite answers to questions. I want a timetable. I want a schedule. I WANT TO BE PREPARED. I hate going into things a step behind everyone. I just want to cry right now because it seems like according to the world, I might as well not exist.