So I had to take off my nails for work (acrylic + hospital = infection/violation), so I did. Well smart me put acetone remover in the cup (in order to soak my fingers), and when I picked the cup up it had eaten through the bottom and spilled all over my printer. I usually only use a non acetone base but I bought this cause it wasn't working quickly enough. So I didn't realize this would be a problem.

So my printer started to melt (yeah...didn't expect that did ya?) I cleaned it off as quickly as possible. And besides LOOKing like it went through a fire, I was like ok fine. I can just color in the black spots that had changed color. All seemed well.

NOW i'm trying to study and typed up (for the last few hours) this study guide for my final. Finally had a legitimately productive day in comparison to the last few weeks of depressive episodes. When I go to print - the fudgin power button is fudgin melted in the center somewhere, basically not allowing me to press it down to turn it on. OTHERWISE it is a perfectly good printer. So NOOOOW what do I do with a printer that has no power?

So, I just was like ok. Whatever. I'll find a way to hack it sometime (maybe melt it a little more and remove the button totally, or cutting it loose I dunno...something). And i have done a great job not getting angry about it even though inside my chest hurts with that annoyed/angry feeling I get. Emotionally I feel fine though, ish happens.

So, I sigh and google (cause google has all the answers), and I google "Why doesn't anything ever go right for me?" And I find a bunch of people who asked that question who were basically told to "Grow up and get over it. Everyone has problems, deal with them like everyone else."

So now, not only can I not print my study guide, but i'm reminded again of how immature I am (i'm 25) AND I kind of feel dumb for even being in therapy because "everyone has problems".

Ugh, I hate the world. I'm not feeling sad or anything, just annoyed and kind of feel like just closing myself and my emotions off from the world until I learn how to "grow up." Maybe i don't hate the world, maybe I hate myself for not knowing how to live in it.