Today was a bad day.
This morning, my housemate, who was unusually quiet last night and this morning, finally told me why she was so quiet.
She is a nurse, and Christmas night she worked night shift. She went to help a young girl, who had cancer.
Something went wrong, something went so wrong and the girl died. My housemate and the other nurses and doctors on duty that night fought desperately to save her, but nothing could be done.
It was no ones fault, but cancer had done so much damage to her body that she couldn't be saved.
She was 23.
I hate fucking cancer.
Today is a bad day.