Everyday, something peeves me about people.
Either it’s the way they drive, the complete lack of brain power while ordering food at Marcus, or just listening to them talk at school.
I scream at drivers, then sit glowering, murmuring, “I hate people” and Carianne just says, “I know.”
And I don’t know how many times I’ve turned away after a rush, the fake smile drops from my face, and I say, “This job makes me want to kill myself.”
I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to get irritated every time someone says something to me. I don’t want to hate everyone.
... Jesus. Why do I suddenly hate the world?
