Mate.

I'm. So. Done. With. Life.

Jogging through the busy streets, cursing the world for inventing the snooze button that I so repeatedly pressed for like nine times, and swiping my forehead to get rid of the sweat under the Miami heat was not part of my already planned out life. Nor working at a hardware shop half an hour away from my apartment on foot. Nor sucking it up for a horrible manager. Nor being single at the age of nineteen offering hook ups.

But, as clichè as this probably sounds, life is life.

Unpredictable, immeasurable, suprising, unfathomable- in other words, a pain in the ass and a fucking cunt.

But then again, I'm a werewolf. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh right, stubborn green-eyed girls.