Friday.

A little less than a month ago, I had all the money stolen out of my bank account and despite a plethora of evidence, Wells Fargo bank is still refusing to give me my money back.

Two weeks after that, I was fired from my job. Granted, it was a job that I hated and it was run by a nearly-psychopathic man of a boss, but it was a job and given the fact that I had no money left in the bank, I needed the money from my dead-end job.

I am currently running broke, stressed out beyond imagination and have the responsibility of the most bills I’ve ever needed to pay on my shoulders.

The good news? My parents are giving me groceries. Also, the birds are singing.

Sorry guys, I’m feeling a little negative today.

PS: My hair’s curly and I like it. Point 1 for Diana.