I hate everything with a Y chromosome right now... Dogs, cats, that chipper little bird chirping outside my window. In fact, I just went out and bought a magnifying glass so that when I'm in a particularly bad pique of rage, I can go outside and incinerate bugs that I think are behaving in a particularly male fashion.
There's something empowering about anger. I've wavered between depression and anger for quite some time now, and I always feel so much stronger, so much better about myself when the angry phase hits. Unfortunately, I'm not an angry person by nature, and so I'm not able to sustain the anger that gives me a much needed respite from my woes.
So, being the typical person who lacks a Y chromosome, I'm going to go drown my sorrows in some cake batter ice cream and then force myself to go out and be social. I don't imagine that plan of attack will work well, but anything's better than sitting in my room alone, with no one to notice my tears, wondering what's wrong with me, why I'm not good enough.
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