One Of Those Days

One of those days where you feel like the ugliest bitch ever, no matter how much make up you apply on your face.
One of those days where you feel the sudden urge to delete every social networking account you have registered. (I.e. MySpace, Facebook, etc.)
One of those days where you feel like fucking off.
One of those days where you feel like you've got nothing to lose. You wouldn't even give two shits if your house burned down right now.
One of those days where you would free-mindedly walk down a dark alley, hoping to be either kidnapped, raped, or killed.
One of those days where you would absolutely consider shaving your head.
One of those days where death seems so peaceful compared to the burden you forcefully live.
One of those days where you realise you spelt 'peaceful' as 'pieceful' after proof-reading your blog entry.
One of those days where you wonder what's wrong but you can never really pinpoint what it is.
One of those days where love fails to exist.
One of those days where you listen to love songs just to vomit the nice dinner you've just had.
One of those days where you want to fist your ex-boyfriend's face, just because.
One of those days where you don't give a donkey-fuck about who's reading your blog and what they'd think.

Combine all those days into one and that should clearly explain how my day went.