It was actually spilt Dr.Pepper. Look I have a ton of things to be grateful for. A family, friends, a dog and cat that I love very much. I have my own place and a job. Here’s the thing… why the hell does spilt Dr.Pepper on my floor make me want to die? Also, my dog chewed up the Secret Santa gift for work.

Maybe I’m just a loser and my problems are super stupid, but today that is what made me want to just not live. It seems so insignificant for most people, but my head made it the end of the fucking world and now my chest is tight, my throat is closing up. I’m tired of the little things going wrong.