You know, I was entirely convinced that the whole emo-teen-angst-angry-at-the-world phase was a thing of the past.

Like raging, unpredictable hormones.

And giggling. (Men, by the way, don’t giggle.)

But I woke up this morning cold, naked, and sleep-deprived, thinking, “Chhriiiisssst. Why is Life so fucking bullshit?”

I then pulled my big green duvet up and over my head for a whole 15 minutes, only to crawl out afterwards, and trudge to work.

Fuck.

It’s not over yet.