What a life I might have known!
Some how, over night, the situation went from Helena in A Midsummer Night's Dream to Eponine in Les Miseables, which, if you don't know either of these stories well, is progressively worse. At least Helena's story is hopeful and ends rather happily if not a little to neat to be true. But Eponine is just utter melancholia. I was actually even singing songs from Les Mis which is seriously the straw that broke the camel's back. I don't ever listen to that soundtrack unless I'm in like the deepest pits of the asscrack of disappointment or depression. Luckily it was only A Little Fall of Rain and I Dreamed a Dream and not On My Own. Once that song comes out, all bets are off. I don't think it'll get to that point but who knows? I'm hoping it doesn't because it's a stupid situation and, really, it's not my fault and I can't change it but I still hate everything about it. And I hate myself for pouring this much thought and angst and emotion into it but what can you do?
I have never used this term before and I think it's absolutely moronic and I loathe when people use it but FML!
I have never used this term before and I think it's absolutely moronic and I loathe when people use it but FML!