I Hate Mondays

Seriously, today.
What a completely shitty day for me. (It's how the universe restores balance in the world. With the blissful moments comes the shittiness for counteraction.)

Right from the moment of waking up to all the motions needed to be performed throughout the day. Don't you just fucking hate when that happens? You can tell how awful I feel from my bitter expressions. To be such a positive person, it definitely blows to feel so moody and angry.

I am in such a fucking bad mood right now that I hate it. I just want to scream or fucking take out all my anger and frustration with massive punches and kicks on a fucking punching bag until I am completely exhausted. And when I am so immensely frustrated with fury, it makes me fucking tear up because I am just so bottled up. So I want to do all of that.
Thank god for Marlboros.
I need this day to just be fucking over so tomorrow I can just start a new and better one.

I just thought I'd share that. The good thing is that my frustrations never linger for long (couple of hours max) and then I'm over it. So I just have to wait for the mood to lift.

I fucking hate bad days. They make me just want to sulk.