I'm Pathetic Trash

Idalia's Failures {Volume One}

I started this back when I started this book, I have no clue why. Some of these are weird, some aren't. I don't know anymore.

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One: I was drinking a cup of coffee whilst playing on my phone. I walked into my room and tripped over god knows what and face planted into the floor, spilling my coffee everywhere, including on me.

I was covered in coffee, my dresser was covered in coffee, my walls were covered in coffee, my bed was covered in coffee, etc. I got a bruise on my knee and arm and my hair was dripping wet. ;~;

Two: This isn't really much of a fail, but my friend gifted me a game on steam for Christmas and then I ended up playing it for almost 12 hours straight and beating it in basically a day.

Three: So we were doing relay at track practice the other day and I didn't feel well, but I was like hey let's go to practice anyway. I didn't eat either, so I was also running on an empty stomach.

By the time we were done with the workout my head was pounding, my stomach was eating itself, I was tired as fuck, and I felt like I was going to throw up.

Four: I wasted about an hour of my life on Pinterest and saved almost 200 photos of my otp when I had almost no storage left.

Five: I forgot I was listing my failures so the first four are from two months ago and the rest are more recent events.

Six: My room is so messy that you can't even walk and I've tripped on many occasions due to that fact and I still refuse to clean it.

Seven: I've been late to my first period class on various occasions because I refused to go to class until I finished drinking coffee.

Eight: I've been getting barely any sleep for the past few months and every time I try to sleep late on the weekends to make up for it someone wakes me up.

Nine: I've been on hiatus for well over a year now and haven't even told anyone why. The only explanation I gave to my readers was "something happened."

Ten: I physically cannot talk about my feelings so I write short stories about my inner demons in the form of people so I can express my emotions somehow.

Eleven: I have many drafts, but barely any published works.

Twelve: At one point I had 150 drafts and only 15 published works, but I deleted a majority of them and now have 40 drafts and 7 published works.

Thirteen: Had a mental breakdown AND an anxiety attack at the same time right before my algebra regents.

Fourteen: I got chocolate ice cream all over my white tank top at Warped Tour 2k17.

Fifteen: Had to restrain myself from fangirling too hard in the movie theater during Spider-Man: Homecoming.

Sixteen: Tried to dye my hair, but ended up dying my skin instead.

Seventeen: I managed to accidentally cut my leg on a computer. No, I am not going to elaborate.

Eighteen: Was so sleep deprived/tired I kept walking into various walls and objects.

Nineteen: Only been in school for a week and have already missed a ton of homeworks.

Twenty: I've had sooooo many breakdowns.

Twenty One: No one told me we don't have homeroom everyday, so I walked all the up to the fifth floor only to find out I had to walk back down to the second.