I swear the universe hates me and wants me to suffer. Seriously, it's not only making me suffer by stopping all computers from letting me edit my film trailer, which was suppose to be in yesterday (meaning that me and my friend are both probably gonna get a U each), but it's making me clumsily. Seriously, yesterday I fell out of the green bin (long story short, it was full, and we needed stuff put in it, so because I'm the smallest in my house, they wanted mr to jump in and squish down all the stuff and I lost my balance) and today a mini Hoover fell on my head (we have a mini Hoover for our stairs, which we keep on the fridge, and when I used it earlier and then put it back I didn't put it far enough back, so when I opened the fridge later on, it landed on my head). What's gonna happen tomorrow? Fall down the stairs? Trip over (probably nothing knowing me) and breaking my arm (cough cough ninjo12 cough cough XD)? Choke on chocolate? Actually, to be fair, if I do die early, not because if old age, and I get to choose how, I would probably pick death by chocolate. But still. I am a clumsily, accident prone, idiotic mess. Help

Also, I was meany to update my art book earlier but I forgot, so expect to see that tomorrow morning.

Anyway, that's all for now, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed, and I will see you in the next chapter, bye 😜