There are way too many times in my life that I sit back and have to ask myself “How is this my life?” I mean, what else could go/be wrong? My legs of all things are broken out, not sure how I’m paying rent this semester, studying for MCAT is going horribly, my car sounds like it’s being tortured, oh I’m socially awkward as all hell, dare I go on? So what’s next? Because as my luck goes, I’m used to being vomited on while laying in a ditch. So there’s no real use in complaining I guess.