The One With The Bitch Of A Mood
Oh I just hate everything today. Hate my job, hate this weather, hate popmaster for having questions I don't know the answer to. Hate my friends (no of course not really, but they're just bundled up into the little ball of hate that is me), hate this flat, hate the fact that I have to leave this flat, hate running, hate not running, hate feeling dizzy (and continuously asking "Why can't I just be well?" in my head), hate what I see in the mirror, hate having to apply for jobs, hate the fact that I had a dream last night where I asked Ronnie O'Sullivan out and he said yes and was all flirty with me and then I woke up and it was blatantly just a dream.
I don't hate my new computer, and I don't hate Paul, but these are two very small things to keep me going when compared to a universe full of hateful things.
Let's have a day of hate today. Grrr rrr.
Edit: It appears that my hate post killed Livejournal a little bit. Ha ha.
Edit: Go here do this. It'll make me feel better. Or you know, just don't bother, fuck off the lot of you.
I don't hate my new computer, and I don't hate Paul, but these are two very small things to keep me going when compared to a universe full of hateful things.
Let's have a day of hate today. Grrr rrr.
Edit: It appears that my hate post killed Livejournal a little bit. Ha ha.
Edit: Go here do this. It'll make me feel better. Or you know, just don't bother, fuck off the lot of you.