I know this is really cliche and really "little girlish" but has anyone ever had those weeks..those weeks where nothing seems to be going right. Nothing at all wants to go your way? well this is my week, its starts with my car pretty much being having a mind of its own...to my phone deciding to die. Now i don't consider myself a materialistic person but without a phone and car, i tend to become bitchy... and i also hate the rain..and its rained for two days.. straight.. part of me feels like this is gods way of punishing me..for sticking my head where it doesn't belong..just torturing me for being naive..

I honestly would really like to talk to him..but i'm not allowed..yup thats right..i'm not allowed..what am I in 5th grade??? 
You can fuck me whenever you feel like it...but i can't talk to you?