How can anyone feel happy when they feel as though they have royally screwed themselves over? Like, who forgets their essay outline when they are going to a) be away from home for a night b)Know that they are going to work on it at the library and at school c) Have to finish it by tomorrow to keep on schedule. FUUUUUUUUUCK. I hate my life right now. Things obviously could be much worst, but I don't give a shit. Right now this is pissing me off. Why do I have to have the forgetful gene from my mother? Holy crap. Like, what will I do in the real world? I can't keep calling people to bail me out of my messes, but I really feel angry with myself right now.