We've all been there. It's finals week. Your boyfriend just broke up with you. There's .67 cents in your bank account. So let's go through your day.

You threw up in the shower after drinking all day.

But the shower is the best place to do it! No clean up!

You locked your doors and pretended to not hear your roommate’s boyfriend banging on the door to be let in.

If you’re not happy, no one can be.

You weren’t worried about brushing your teeth because it’s not like you’re leaving bed anyway!

Well, maybe you should considering that whole throw up thing.

Your grandma sent you chocolates.

She’s stopped sending you money because she knows it’ll go towards alcohol.

Your brother let you third wheel his date.

And he paid! Yeah, free food!

Brushing your hair is optional.

Honestly you’ve begun to smell yourself and you don’t even care.

You Netflix and chilled with yourself.

You don't need no man. You are a fine, independent young woman.

You saw people kissing and were like “OMG PDA is so gross, ew.”

Except you totally wished it was you.

Tequila.

Silver or Gold Jose, you don’t care.

Vodka.

No explanation necessary.

You even dabbled with some Whiskey.

RIP.

You went to Hooters with some friends and considered an occupation in stripping instead of finishing college.

Because when will you ever need to know the formula of Bonferroni's method in the real world.

You texted your ex.

“Hey we should catch up!”

Then remembered why you broke up with him the first place.

"Wuz guuuuud."

Then you got mad you ever were upset over him.

*Snaps for me*

So you took another shot because you remembered how great you are.