Welp.

I failed sax.

I literally just want to cry right now.

I worked my BUTT off on my music and scales and things... and make sure that I passes. Of course, the moment I get into the room, my fingers don't touch the right keys and I mess up... and all that jazz. Fuck. My. Luck.

And I seriously want to believe that if there's a god, he fucking hates me. He gives me ONE day of good luck, and then strips it away from me in a matter of seconds. And I'm kind of sick of it. I just... I just want ONE good thing to happen to me. That's all I ask for. ONE thing. Stop giving me bad luck and shitty days. I'm tired of being sick, miserable, and grumpy all the time...

In the meantime, I have two other exams to study for.

And a paper.

And a binder.

And 5000000 other things.

All I ask for is a little sleep... and that's not going to happen at this rate.