Fifty minutes.

Will blog about celebrations tomorrow or the day after, but as of now. I can't believe how idiotically clumsy I am. There's like two kinds of clumsiness, one being cute, like in children learning to walk and maybe in fictional stories like Twilight, and the other is the sickening I-want-to-kill-myself kind. Mine is the second kind. And I really want to kill myself. I'm so so sorry.