I hate trash day

I hate Thursday because it’s trash day

I hate money because I don’t have any

I hate anxiety because I can’t think

I hate caffeine because it doesn’t help my anxiety yet I’m addicted

I hate my cat for being such an adorable fucking asshole ALL OF THE TIME

I hate being an adult (sometimes)

I hate my boyfriend for forcing me to realize I need to be an adult

I hate my selfish immature ways

I hate my forgetfulness for causing me to forget my phone charger

I hate my phone for not working

I hate the internet for no reason other than it exists

I hate being this hateful but it helps sort of

I hate that tomorrow I’ll either feel better or worse and I don’t know which

I hate this poem that’s not a poem



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