I hate mondays.
I hate the feeling, the taste and the sounds.
I hate teachers,
and the way they drown their students
in a sea of papers and tests.
I hate anxiety,
and the way it burns my heart,
and surpresses my lungs,
to a point where I can't breath,
and ever breath I can get in hurts like hell.
I hate believing that things are only going to get worse.
I hate it when things get worse.
I hate it when I don't follow my intuation,
and it blows up in my face.
I hate it when teachers treat their students
unequally and have favorites.
I hate it that I hate so many things.
I just hate mondays.
I love it when I come home and my mom does something to put a smile on my face.
I hate mondays too, especially this one
Waking up, thinking it's Saturday, then realizing it's only TUESDAY.
In other words, I sympathize lol.