I hear myself saying “I hate…” a lot.
I hate those god damn electronics.
I hate these god damn dogs.
I hate this flippin garage door opener.
I hate…
I hate…
I hate…
I’m so angry.
I’m so angry and I’m so sad and I’m so over being married to an alcoholic.
I hate it.
I hear ya. I hate that somedays I hate everything.
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