I’m super bummed out because I think I might not be able to go to California on my university’s exchange program next year and I have this really scary assignment due next week and I kinda screwed up this research task at work and this boy I fancy the motherflipping pants off is so not attainable that it is almost comical (but not quite because OW MY HEART) and I don’t know what I am going to do with my life and I wish my boobs were either small enough to be cute or big enough to be noteworthy not some weird fucking size in the middle and I am so financially irresponsible that checking my bank balance makes me nervous and I don’t know why I don’t know how to talk to people and everything is just terrible..

And then my dog comes and snuggles up next to me on the steps or yawns extra cutely or comes when he’s called (finally) or doesn’t flinch when I make a sudden movement or is just so good at taking his medication or gets so excited when he hears my voice that his whole body starts wriggling from side to side and he has got this big doggy grin on his face and

my

heart

just

melts

and

nothing

is

wrong

in

the

world.