This is what my mood consists of: "Fuck." It's the perfect word to describe my every thought this morning.
Woke up to my alarm: Fuck.
Bathtub takes forever to drain the shower-water: Fuck.
Roommate knocks on bathroom door as I brush my teeth: Fuck.
Boarded a crowded bus: Fuck.
Checked my work e-mail: Fuck.
Getting coffee, co-worker tries to make small talk: Fuck.
Had to change tampon: Fuck.
Felt like updating my blog only to log on and think: Fuck.
Fuck everything.
Fuck my never-shrinking figure, fuck my boring job, fuck my boss for not giving me any cool work, fuck my horoscope for promising any kind of event, fuck my exhaustion, fuck my writer's block, fuck my knocked-up cousin for pretending to have not seen my missed-call until this morning, fuck my upcoming 25th birthday, fuck my friends for not missing me, fuck men, fuck women, fuck fashion, fuck the internet, fuck the governemnt, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck.
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