God I fucking hate everything. A goddam bug flew into my fucking eye the one time I try to go outside. Nothing is fucking worth it, everything under the sun sickens me. And I hate it all. Fuck Memorial Day. It’s a piece of shit holiday. I hate it. It can go to hell. Everyone that likes it can go to hell. Everyone that doesn’t like it, but pretends to like it can go to hell. Everyone else can go to hell too. Not that any of this matters though, because tomorrow will surely suck just as hard.