I hate my job. I hate every job I have ever had. I hate every job I see advertised. I hate every class I have ever been forced to take. I hate every class I have ever chosen to take. I mildly dislike my parents. I hate every after-school activity my parents have ever signed me up for.
I strongly dislike every woman I have ever dated. I hate everything I've ever tried to do for fun. I hate pubs. I hate small talk. I hate serious conversations. I hate serious books. I hate how smug my entire generation is. I hate how compassionate they think they are. I hate how compassionate they are in the ABSTRACT but when they actually meet someone who could actually use some compassion they never seem to have any to spare. I hate waiting for the antidepressants to start working. I hate realizing over and over again that they don't. I hate having wasted the last three years in therapy. I hate being 22. I hated being 21. I hate baseless optimism. I HATE BASELESS OPTIMISM. I HATE BASELESS OPTIMISM.
I realize that there are people worse off than me. Looking down on them and laughing at them is all that keeps me going.
I like sleeping.
