Moods
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through
We'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you
I'm here for you...
She bit her lip hard, almost wishing to draw blood from it, and glared at the monitor of her computer, and re-keyed in her email and password into the Windows Messenger™ window. The icon at the middle of the screen rotated. One, two rounds.
We were unable to sign into Windows Messenger at this time. Please try again later.
"FUCK!"
She was seething now. That same annoying message always popped up whenever she'd tried to sign in. It'd been that way for the past week, and she was sick of it all - and more than anything she'd wanted to give that fucking cunt of a monitor a good swift kick from it's smug position on the desk, but she knew that'd be just plain insanity.
When she went down to play basketball later with her friends, they noticed during a match that she wasn't her usual bubbly self. When questioned about it, she'd simply said she'd had a bad day, resulting in an emo mood. She didn't wish to harp on more on it. She didn't want to think of what happened earlier in school.
When she went home later, the fucking Windows Messenger still refused to work. She uninstalled it and reinstalled it, but when she tried signing in again, the same error happened. Thoroughly annoyed now, she resorted to using eBuddy, and shouted vulgarities at her sister, who wanted to use the computer to play.
What a lovely day I've had.
And when I'm gone
Just carry on
Don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear
The sound of my voice...
Updated by Theodora on 8:43 PM
