Ever have those days when you can't help but feel excessively sorry for yourself?

I hate my job. I hate my boss. I hate that my money is getting tighter all the time. I hate that I can't get a different job. I hate that I can't figure out what I'm going to go to college for. I hate that I really don't know the first thing about going to college. I have friends who are sick. I have family that's being nothing but a bunch of--

*sharp inhale*

I hate working on Sundays. I hate when I feel like I'm nothing but a joke to some people. I hate people that act so stupid it stupefies me. I hate seeing something wrong and being powerless to help. I hate feeling guilty about things I shouldn't. I hate being older than seven. I hate politics. I hate trying to break bad habits. I hate hating people. I hate rambling on for hours and feeling like a moron when I realize it....

But I don't hate you guys. When I feel like the whole rest of the world is against me, you guys here seem to think that I'm all-so-great and it's one of the few things that keeps me going. God bless you all.