Story of My Life

I'm at that emotional state in my life right now where I exaggerate every single little thing that happens. I'm constantly finding faults, not necessarily of mine, but with the world as a whole. So I just spent the last 15 minutes crying, not because the government is stupid or because slavery is still rampant around the world, or because I ran out of popcorn, but because of the ice cream truck.
I was sitting, studying for my literary terms quiz, when suddenly, I heard the joyous melody of the ice cream truck. For some reason, my first reaction was to run to the window and look at all of the kids that were being treated to ice cream, because seeing other people happy in turn makes me happy! (is that creepy? I dont think it's creepy. I'm publishing this anyway. #yolo) But wanna know what I saw? Darkness and rain surrounding the solitary ice cream truck. It's not right that the sun is setting at 6:30 pm, and it certainly is not right that there are ice cream-less children out there. I am going to start my own political party to address these grievances.
More details on that later.

Just in case you were wondering, I had a bowl of cookies and cream.