I Hate...

This time.

This moment.

This day.

This job.

This school.

This major.

This stress.

Myself.


I'm patiently waiting for Friday. For our new place. For everything to just fucking come together. I'm hoping that it will. I'm praying that it fucking will and that all of these negative feelings will go away.

I feel so angry and stressed right now. So fucking depressed. And I can't fucking write and its killing me, damn it. If I can't write, then what the fuck can I do?

First I have to get done with these taxes. Then the FASFA. Then this apartment stuff. Then all this money stuff. Then school money I owe. Then this play. This paper. This exam and that exame. This stupid fucking sitation. My cell bill. My car insurance. Gas. Apartment crap. Furniture crap. Moving crap. School crap. Writing crap.

I'm just so fucking sick of dealing with it all. All of this fucking stress. I hate it. I'm sick of it.

I just want to rest. When can I fucking rest. Even this relationship is stressing me out.

I hate this fucking shit.