Sunday morning. I'm already so hateful, I could vomit fresh coffee. Whenever other people are around, I cannot think. People suffocate my brain, there's an actual problem going on here. I need therapy. Badly. I need someone to talk to about this. To learn more about why I'm so hateful.
Just this morning so far. Had to smoke an unnecessary bowl with someone, people keep asking me for shit, never giving. After the bowl was wasted, I meant to share a cigarette with him, but got to talking, and smoked the whole thing, not even enjoying it myself. Then I try to go in the starfucks, but my bed isn't small enough, so I'm sitting outside panhandling... I fucking hate people! Just because I don't have a door, doesn't mean you can just walk right in! Leave me the fuck alone!
Goddamnit!
Why am I the only one who can see such a brighter future, that I'm ashamed to have to rant about this shit? Why does that phrasing not make sense to anyone else? What the fuck am I doing in this world?
And what the fuck do I do with the rest of my morning now, besides sleep it off. Just hi back to sleep. It's Sunday. No one does shit on Sunday, there's nothing to do on a Sunday, and I fucking hate... Everything. Doc, could you tell me why? Without charging me slave chains for truth? Just act human and spit it out? Please?
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