Backpack

So this might be a rather short post, but my patience with this day is at an end. and it's only 1:30. So I'm going to make a list of all the things wrong with life for a minute.

1: We're almost out of Milk.
2: I'm sick.
3: I failed a Disney quiz on Buzzfeed.
4: I have a paper due tonight. (Ironically, I'm procrastinating with this)
5: We are almost out of Eggnog.
6: Olaf will melt when Elsa dies.
7: I got called a Dementor today.
8: World hunger isn't solved. I blame the Grinch.
9: The chocolate milk is almost gone.
10. MY BACKPACK BROKE RIGHT AS I WAS WAKING OUT THE DOOR.

Now I understand that that those are silly reasons to be mad and, in all reality, I came up with nine other things to make the day seem as bad as it feels just because of number 10, but seriously?! Come on. The best backpack I ever had, and it flakes out on me after 3 1/2 years. The straps come unraveled, the zipper breaks, and with it my heart broke. We've been through thick and thin, the world was ours for the taking- I guess you just can't trust them sometimes. You think you know your backpack.. I mean, I spend every day with it!!! I guess I always made it sit on the floor, I maliciously rolled over it's straps time and time again, not to mention throwing it on occasion... Am I abusive?! Did I have this coming??  I didn't know I was such an evil person!! Did I actually slowly suck out the soul of my backpack? AM I ACTUALLY A DEMENTOR???

Well in any case, thank goodness for Amazon Prime's free 2 day shipping, and RIP my beloved backpack. I'm just going to have to..

Let it go.