[Mood].

I hate fighting with him. It takes up all of my energy.

And ruins perfectly good days. When i think about why we fight so much, it seems useless.

And very childish.

I got up this morning feeling good. I got more than enough sleep last night, for once.

I woke up to some nice 'good morning' texts, which always make me happy.

Took a hot, hot shower because i realized it was freeeezing outside.

And ate a fulfilling breakfast, to start my day out great.

And somewhere between my big beautiful breakfast and walking out of my house, i distinctively heard 'Becky' playing and realized my phone was ringing.

I also realized i really needed to change that ring tone that ELIJAH COKER put on my phone.

Anyways, everything was good until that one call.

And then my great day was no longer. It felt like everything went downhill from there.

After that, i forgot to change into shoes so my feet wouldn't get soaked. My feet got soaked.

Then i dropped my Spanish homework in the ONE puddle that was on my street. My grade just went down.

I forgot to pick up my folder for p.e on the way out the door, because i was on the phone. I got the worst stare down ever.

I went to every class freezing my ass off, because my clothes were wet, and my hair turned frizzy.

I don't own a fucking umbrella.

Also, i already dislike Tuesdays and was pretty much trying my best to stay positive for the day.

But someone wanting to start arguing at seven in the morning doesn't exactly set the mood.

So why do it so much?

I say I'm sick of arguing, he says he's sick of arguing.

I say let's stop, he says no more.

'Last Time, Can't Do It Anymore'

Even though five minutes later...