I'm really ticked.
I just hate people.
In general. Yes you. All of you.
And my messy house.
And the weather.
And my hair.
And that I'm slowly falling down the nano slope.
And every book, word, or sentence I've ever written.
And fake cheerful, because it sucks.
And attempting to do nice things for people.
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.
And do you know what I hate the most.
The fact that I wouldn't hate everything in the entire world if I could just get a decent night's sleep round here.