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all my plans just blow up in my face and i guess i'm just having a bad day but every single day it seems just the same and i'm so sick of having a bad day and i wonder when my lucks gonna change i keep having a bad day and i don't know what else i can say and i've had three hundred and sixty five bad days and i can't believe what time it is it looks as if i've done it again i let another day slip drip down the drain and i feel like i'm wasting my time saving a never ending line with nothing else to do but watch time tick away sometimes i think about calling it quits and i guess i'm just having a bad day they tell me to cheer up and to deal with it but i keep on having a bad day and i don't think you know how i feel and i'm so sick of having a bad day and i don't think i'll ever learn to deal with having three-hundred-sixtyfive bad days the last thing i need is another friend they always turn out so bad in the end and i don't think i can deal with that again and i can't believe i've wasted all year i've got to get so so far away from here From Letras Mania