I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream and rant; throw myself on the ground and flail my arms about like a three-year-old. I think it would have helped, but I would have looked like an idiot. It wasn’t fair! How could anyone steal my chance at happiness in just one sentence-one measily little breath?? Of all days, why this one? Up early and in a rush (for early was actually still a little late), I threw on a pair of trousers and a half-wrinkled button down, heels that made my feet hurt as soon ...

I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream and rant; throw myself on the ground and flail my arms about like a three-year-old. I think it would have helped, but I would have looked like an idiot. It wasn't fair! How could anyone steal my happiness away in just one sentence-one measily little breath?? The lady behind the counter at starbucks informed me that there was no more ingredients to make up the Pumpkin Spice Latte. I wanted to die.