I failed the test to get my driver’s license. Just now.
At the moment, I’m sitting at the first café I could find and going over all the things that have been going wrong.
I know I wasn’t 100% ready, I had two exams last week and basically have been studying my ass off for two weeks to the point of having meltdowns every single day. Also, never having no one to comfort me. I’ve been really alone, like I’ve said. Which is normal, I guess, but not very comfortable.
The only positive way to look at all the shit going on is as signs from the universe that, when I least expect it, things will start coming together.
Because there’s a limit for the things in your life falling apart. Or isn’t it?