I hate life and everything that goes with it.
What does the universe have against me to make my life a living hell?
I do not understand why the fact that when I actually start having fun at something, that something has to go horribly wrong. Why the hell doesn't the Gods just throw a bus in my path and run me the hell over already? It would be just my luck that I would survive it.
You all want to know the real reason why I smoke? Well it's an earlier death sentence, and you know what? I don't want to quit. Just so I can get cancer and die to spite the evil bastards up in the heavens.
What the hell did I do in a past life to make my karma this bad?
Life was going freaking great, I'm in Jazz Choir, I'm singing, I got to go to San Fransisco and sing the National Anthem at Giant's Stadium, I had a blast while I was there, I got to watch a drunk guy fall over a fence that he was trying to climb, I got to watch two drunk guys drain their bladders next to a bus for about 5 mins each, I watched a drug deal go down in broad daylight right next to a SCHOOL bus, I got to walk around San Fransico and see the beautiful sights, I got to cross the Golden Gate bridge for the first time in my entire life, I got to watch the city light up at night, I saw my first light tower ever, I got to see Alcatraz from a distance, I got to watch two huge ass cargo ships come into San Fransisco Bay and dock at a peir, I got to watch a Giant's game(whiched looked as real as a WWE match), I got to stand with my friends and go "Oh my gawd, that guy is soooooo gay," I got to bust out into song along with most of the choir outside of the high school with two guys playing the song, I got to sing "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay," with my Choir in the hotel Lobby, I got to walk around San Fransisco for a half an hour looking for a resteraunt that was open to get breakfast(never found one), I got to eat Quizno's for the first time in my entire life, and I had so much damn fun.
Then, all of a sudden, my favorite CD that I cannot replace, goes missing. Then, a library book that I cannot replace, goes missing. How is it that my life can be that shitty? I know some of you are thinking, "Why is she so depressed over this cd and book?" My cd player even went missing.
Well, any of you Evanescence buffs out there would know that Origin is a rare CD, and it costs over $90 to buy, and that it is no longer available except for e-bay. Plus, it was a gift from a friend. The book is part of a series that is out of print, and I have never lost a library book in my entire life.
Though I doubt that someone stole it, because my cds weren't gone, the money in the back pack wasn't gone, the other books didn't go missing, my friends stuff which was right next to mine, didn't go missing, and she had a PSP and a portable DVD player in there. When I got home, and found the book missing, I said "Oh crap, could my night just get any worse?" And then just said I was going to bed, and my dad yelled at me saying "Just because your day was shitty doesn't mean you have to take it out on us." when I did nothing to him. Nothing at all to either of my parents.
How is it that I can never have any fun in my life without there being conciquences? Every out of state trip I have ever taken for school has ended up bad. My San Diego trip for JROTC 3 years ago ended in shit because my bf at the time broke up with me the day we got back from it, and he went on the trip!
Or maybe it's just because California is cursed for me. When I lived in Cali for 8 years of my life, everything was bad. I lived in an auto shop for a year because my parents lost our house.
Could someone please tell me what the hell I did wrong to desereve this?
I do not understand why the fact that when I actually start having fun at something, that something has to go horribly wrong. Why the hell doesn't the Gods just throw a bus in my path and run me the hell over already? It would be just my luck that I would survive it.
You all want to know the real reason why I smoke? Well it's an earlier death sentence, and you know what? I don't want to quit. Just so I can get cancer and die to spite the evil bastards up in the heavens.
What the hell did I do in a past life to make my karma this bad?
Life was going freaking great, I'm in Jazz Choir, I'm singing, I got to go to San Fransisco and sing the National Anthem at Giant's Stadium, I had a blast while I was there, I got to watch a drunk guy fall over a fence that he was trying to climb, I got to watch two drunk guys drain their bladders next to a bus for about 5 mins each, I watched a drug deal go down in broad daylight right next to a SCHOOL bus, I got to walk around San Fransico and see the beautiful sights, I got to cross the Golden Gate bridge for the first time in my entire life, I got to watch the city light up at night, I saw my first light tower ever, I got to see Alcatraz from a distance, I got to watch two huge ass cargo ships come into San Fransisco Bay and dock at a peir, I got to watch a Giant's game(whiched looked as real as a WWE match), I got to stand with my friends and go "Oh my gawd, that guy is soooooo gay," I got to bust out into song along with most of the choir outside of the high school with two guys playing the song, I got to sing "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay," with my Choir in the hotel Lobby, I got to walk around San Fransisco for a half an hour looking for a resteraunt that was open to get breakfast(never found one), I got to eat Quizno's for the first time in my entire life, and I had so much damn fun.
Then, all of a sudden, my favorite CD that I cannot replace, goes missing. Then, a library book that I cannot replace, goes missing. How is it that my life can be that shitty? I know some of you are thinking, "Why is she so depressed over this cd and book?" My cd player even went missing.
Well, any of you Evanescence buffs out there would know that Origin is a rare CD, and it costs over $90 to buy, and that it is no longer available except for e-bay. Plus, it was a gift from a friend. The book is part of a series that is out of print, and I have never lost a library book in my entire life.
Though I doubt that someone stole it, because my cds weren't gone, the money in the back pack wasn't gone, the other books didn't go missing, my friends stuff which was right next to mine, didn't go missing, and she had a PSP and a portable DVD player in there. When I got home, and found the book missing, I said "Oh crap, could my night just get any worse?" And then just said I was going to bed, and my dad yelled at me saying "Just because your day was shitty doesn't mean you have to take it out on us." when I did nothing to him. Nothing at all to either of my parents.
How is it that I can never have any fun in my life without there being conciquences? Every out of state trip I have ever taken for school has ended up bad. My San Diego trip for JROTC 3 years ago ended in shit because my bf at the time broke up with me the day we got back from it, and he went on the trip!
Or maybe it's just because California is cursed for me. When I lived in Cali for 8 years of my life, everything was bad. I lived in an auto shop for a year because my parents lost our house.
Could someone please tell me what the hell I did wrong to desereve this?