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How is it that every freakin' time I have something planned, something or someone has to screw it up. This keeps happening to me, and I don't know why. This is to much to deal with right now. We're moving, again, the play is making me nervous, my family members are jerks. The only concrete part of my life right now is Angela, and every time I want, nay, every time I am able to spend time with her, there are complications and I no longer can. I'm pretty sure a higher power hates me. Well, this just means there's one more thing to disappoint me. This brings the list to about 593,401,436 things.