I hate me. I hate me. I hate me. I don’t think I’ve said that or thought it for a while. Countless professionals have implied I must be thinking or feeling it in one way or another. I said no way. I hate how I am feeling, not who I am.
It just came out of nowhere just now. Exploded onto the stage to surprise me. Or is it a surprise? I’m on day three of my vacation. I have been doing well. That was probably the real surprise. I’m going to pretend this isn’t happening. That way maybe the vacation can go on as it was before.
I hate her though. Fucking bitch. Idiot. Waste of space. What the fuck is wrong with you?