Bad day

Didn't get job...nuff said really.
Just feeling rather down and miserable.
My uni classes consist of a counselling triad where we all have a go at being a counsellor.
My poor counsellor just got howled on last night. Nothing good liven my mood, nothing could bring me out the dark place i had gone to, i just wanted to cry on someone who understood.
Understood how long and hard I have studied at uni for 4 years only for the world not to care at the end.
Understood how hopless the job search has been.
Understood how many worries about money and living have come with it.
Understood how many hopes I had pinned on the interview only to feel i'd let myself down.
After the session we were chatting away about comfort eating and during this I uttered the fantastic phrase..."Your only ever one bad day from a fistfull of flumps".
My man is the lovely hand model for this pic as it's very hard to take a photo of your own hand.