5 sucks. I will be having some animosity towards that number for a while, o at least, until one next number give me the shit 5 gave me yesterday. Day 5 has been by far the worst day. Mom said that thing about the good days and the bad days, and I said yada, yada, yada, and shit I should had been more prepared.
I wasn’t and day 5 was a horrible day, and sadly it wasn’t shitty not only for me. But today is day 6, and so far, I have a vague good feeling about today. Here goes the reasons so far: