Somedays I Hate Everything

I have a decent life. It's not great, but I get by. There aren't a lot of extras, but extras are just that extra.

But somedays I hate everything.

I hate my jeans. I hate my body. I hate my vehicle. I hate my kids' behavior (not the kids themselves). I hate my job. I hate my phone. I hate being single. I'd hate dating. I hate tv. I hate radio. I hate silence. I hate exercising. I hate being fat. I hate EVERYTHING.

These are the days I have to mentally slap the silly out of myself. I have to fake it. I have to rise above all this hate and dissatisfaction. It sucks. I hate it, too.

Somedays I hate everything.