It feels like life is always out to get me. It feels like life punishes me before doing good deeds or good in general. For example, today I was in a good mood I got new headphones and I was happy jamming to music, so I decided to clean the whole downstairs. I live with my aunt and the 4 of us (my cousins who also live here) all have chores to do on certain days and I decided to be nice to do most of the cleaning downstairs today and as soon I got done I went to go relax only to be called downstairs by my Aunt because we have a deep full of frozen food and the night before I had took bacon out of it and forgot to close it properly so all the newly bought food went bad. We live in Arizona so there was no saving it. I felt horrible for it already, but she was yelling at me while I'm sitting here crying my eyes out. It was an accident like I get it but damn. I had to throw away all the food and bleach the fridge, and I still smell like nasty meat. My day was going so good and now