How luck takes a cycle and turns ill

Every dog has its day, well said! But sometimes when bad luck plagued, everything just stinks like poo.
The bad weather that just over done my skin and hair, the naggy father who further pollutes the air with his smoke and didn't let me have the peace of just watching VCD, the unappreciative spolit candidate(s) who are well sponsored for their further studies and refused to do OT, the 2 room fans that broke(CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!TWICE IN A ROW.!!), and a spilled honey water on my desk and really what a fugged up day!

Sometimes I don't understand why are we living with so much restrictions? If it wasn't for that you care enough for others' feelings, would it be that bad?
Say if I didn't care enough, I would just ask my dad to just let me have the peace of watching my show. (Funny that you see how much I love him yet I guess this is just by default. Parents & Children, never exactly in line).
If I didn't care enough, I would just ask that fucked up candidate to fuck off and go to other agency.

And have I cared enough?
I know not nearly but sometimes you just feel plugged and fizzled.

Can I hope that tomorrow will be better,really?