The Fool.

With the sub-titles:

• Headaches are incredibly fun.
• I wish they'd all just die.
• How is it possible to ruin a day just like that?

So as most of the readers of this blog are aware, today was my first full-fledged school day. Perhaps what people are less aware of, but still a decent amount of people knows about it, is that it was horrible.
 It didn't even start out all that bad. I didn't have an head ache until english class I believe. Well, that means about two hours of peace, but hey, that's more than I have had for the last three days. Yeah, writing this post probably does nothing to help, but I figured that I could at least do this before going off to sleep. Although Tammsaare is waiting as well.
 So well, after getting a head ache, it was still all flowers and stuff because I actually managed to write something down during art class(read: 3 pages full of...stuff. Which I am supposed to know by tomorrow). And afterwards was Maths, which was fairly entertaining as well. I'm not going to go into details with that.
 But then things started to turn bad. Well, it was kinda nice to see some people earlier than expected but to then suddenly drop this bombshell on me...I should've known. Someone should've warned me. But no, that's not how the world works(unless, for some bizarre reason the world is still not against me and this was possibly I chance I should have considered but pfft, screw unreasonability, I shall get married to Kai and Lulu and possibly a lot of other anime characters while I am at it, because I need a harem. Yes, I need one.).
 So yeah, after that I was nicely shaken and have been doing the occasional crying every now and then. But I'm not sure whether it is because of my emotions and things or because my head hurts. Usually, it is a mix of those two.
 And now, after a twelve minute phone conversation and an incredibly weird Vocaloid song, I feel like I am out of things to say. I hope tomorrow won't be like this. There is no way it would be, but well, I got myself enough material for today to get extremely sad or angry again. I'd prefer sleeping, but I know that is not how things work. If I was a poet, I would create a poem for depressive things like this, but alas, I shall satisfy myself by listening to Vocaloid songs, from which 2/3 are sad and involve murder anyway.(Which reminds me of an amusing thought, but I'd better not state it, for the sake of my own safety and perhaps even sanity.)
 I appear to have lost my mind again, because I have named a blogpost after a Tarot card. Not only that, but I have a story involving Tarot cards as well. It is probably one of the most thought out, yet I have written out one chapter. I think the only story that can beat The Fool is Himitsu. And that was some seriously copycat stuff.
 Wouldn't it be nice to scream so loudly, that your head explodes and your guts splatter all around your now lifeless body?

Meow,
H.