Yep, it's confirmed. God hates me.
How do I know?
I was assaulted by my fucking psychotic roommate on Monday night, having him destroy my cell phone and then running and hiding the wreckage in the garbage can while I called 911, then he lied to the police. I had to spend all night long at the police station giving a statement, then go to work Tuesday and drive back home while being awake for 40 hours, then pay to get the phone replaced, then I get pulled over for speeding because I'm so tired and get a ticket plus there's something wrong with my license, then I find out I can't drive anymore until I get my license fixed.
Finally, I find my favourite pen was stolen.
And so now I live in fear of my life carrying a freakin' pipe wrench with me everywhere in the house so I can kill the motherfucker if he comes at me again.
Yeah, nice life I lead.