I seriously hate nearly everything right now. Every day is just getting harder and harder to deal with; school, work, even my free time. I feel like I'm going to completely lose it some day soon and end up locked in a padded cell. Finding things that I want to do is getting harder and harder. And it doesn't help my mood when I find something that I think I'll enjoy only to have it metaphoically rip my heart out and stomp on it. Here's a quick idea, how about books start implementing a rating system...happy endings get an 'H', while everything else gets an 'F' (yes, for that wonderful four letter word). Then the 'F's can go fuck themselves and I can just read the 'H's. Another idea...how about not fucking with romance? First there was Edward and Jacob in Twilight (damn fucking Jacob)(Don't get me wrong, the last book made up for it, but it was agony getting there). Now there's Oliver and Jack in Masquerade. Actually I'm on book 3 of the Blue Blood's series and I'm not sure I can finish it...Jack is a fucking prick and I hope he dies at some point...along with ALL the Forces. Maybe the book gets better but I don't know if I can emotionally hold out for it; I already buried my face in a blanket and screamed. Anyway, I'm so fucking tired of everything right now that little things are pissing me off WAY more than they should.
Edit: Just watched Bridge to Terabithia(up to a certain point)...all I can say is: What...the...fuck? *sigh*