All Of My Days Have Been Misspent
I am a hater. I really am. As much as everyone is all, "I don't hate." I cannot say that. I hate. I hate a lot and if I believe in hell I would be damned to "Hater's Hell". I will be damned to spend time with other haters and we will sit around talking about all the stuff we hate. Then we will start hating each other and complaining about it.
I am becoming unrelenting in my paranoia of the neighbors getting pissed at us. I hardly leave the house anymore because I am afraid that the Complainy McStompersons are going to complain about something while I am gone. I watch the tv on silent with subtitles so they can't complain about tv noise. I don't allow the dogs to make a peep. I constantly pester the husband about every noise he makes. I am convinced that the neighbor goes around rallying all the other neighbors against us and they will somehow make it so we have to leave which we cannot afford to do. I am becoming unbearable to everyone including myself. I need a Xanax.
