Little things

This has got to be the worst post ever. I don't have even the utmost care who would read this but I feel so bad right now. Bad that I can't get an interview, bad that I am missing my deadline, bad that I can't get my allowance, bad that I am still waiting for my underwear to dry. Bad.

Everything this week seemed like it was going to fall over me or trample me or squish me (which I aways picture ending in a gruesome manner). And now that Tatay is angry at me, I really don't know what to do.

My phone was dead about eight am and I was still asleep, I charged it yesterday but my phone is always like this, dead and gone. Tatay was supposed to call me but with my phone dead, he can't reach me. When I went to sleep it was reflecting it's LCD with full batteries. How am I supposed to know it'll be dead in a few hours? Too bad there's no defibrilator for batteries that I just can chuck out of my pocket.

Okay, I fear adulthood for that matter. I fear that i'll pick on some petty thing to release my anger. I fear that i'll call someone stupid intentionally. I fear that i'll make someone feel that he made the biggest mistake any human being can do without even trying.