Within the 3.5 months of not running, I really hate my f'in life. Not only have I felt like **** every day on the days I get up at 12pm or do I feel fat. I really hate television now that Lost is over. I really hate the haters that tell me they hate me. I really hate this damn **** economy. I really hate rejection from stupid jobs. I really hate people that have an easier/luckier life than me. I really hate people that think they know everything. I really hate people that always act better than me without having them know they are. I really hate getting kicked out of the meadowlands. I really hate being the 5th/7th wheel. I really hated my church (CEMQ)temporarily to have this feel of rejection of not getting baptized the date I wanted. I really hate people that tell me that I don't deserved to get baptized. I hate people that always criticize me every gosh damn second of whatever actions I do. I really hate doing unpaid internships that take advantage of you. I hate people that criticize my blogs. **** you all and life!
However, I feel so much better after running 3.5 miles today.
