"I feel this way, and I know it’s not healthy but I don’t care. I really hate people. This is why I don’t leave the house. I can I only tolerate my husband and children."
How sad is that? You know how I know I hate everyone? If I know I have to go anywhere I get irritated and am in a bad mood before I even get dressed.
When I get into the car I have road rage. I curse at everyone and just want to get to where I'm going. When I get to said destination if someone is walking in front of me I get irritated that they're walking too slow, I hate their kids because my kids don't act like theirs. I really just want to get home before I spontaneously combust!
Then to make things worse, I hate talking on the phone! I HATE IT!!! I don't care to know how you're doing unless you are my husband and kids.
I figure of you're dying I'll get a phone call or something. Yes that sounds mean but I'm being honest.
Now I feel better. I've been holding this in for a really long time.
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