Ever have one of those days that you hate the world and everyone in it (including yourself)? That everything fucking sucks and you just want to give up/run away/kick the shit out of something until you feel better?
I'm having one of those days. I hate my life.
I hate that I have to work two jobs just to make ends meet. I hate that the reason I have to do that is because I lived off of my credit cards to support my stupid ex-boyfriend who didn't deserve that kind of sacrifice, and will never offer to pay me back. I hate that I can't get ahead, no matter what I do. I hate that people can tell how poor we are. I hate that friends have more than we do because they are smarter with their money that I am. I hate that I'm still driving my piece of shit Ford instead of my truck. I hate that I've put on three fucking pounds in a week for NO GOOD REASON. I hate that I have to go to school until Thursday. I hate that I asked my husband a question last night that pissed him off AND he still hasn't answered. I hate that him not answering makes me suspicious when I wasn't before (the question was a joke - at first). I hate that I dreamed about snooping into his private stuff because of this question that realistically I KNOW THE ANSWER TO ALREADY. I hate the guilty feeling I woke up with even though I didn't snoop and won't. I hate that I don't lead a romance-novel kind of life. I hate that I can't be picked up and carried around as though I weighed nothing. I hate that I haven't gone camping this year. I hate that I'm always worrying about money. I hate that I'm not the best at what I do (except sex, and I rarely get to prove that). I hate that I'm in such a bad mood.
I just hate.