the monday morning dilemma: jump off a cliff or go to school

(Source: maraquas, via fuck-it-lets-fly-to-the-moon)

I don’t like getting older. I don’t like hangovers. I don’t like peas. I don’t like chipped nail polish. I don’t like my job. I don’t like when something you want isn’t in your size. I don’t like receiving bad news. I don’t like fish, eating fish that is. I don’t like morning wake ups. I don’t like skipping breakfast. I don’t like bad shuffles on iTunes. I don’t like stubborn people. I don’t like frowning. I don’t like dry skin. I don’t like liars. I don’t like people with no personality. I don’t like it when my brothers like a song I liked first. I don’t like people who appreciate nothing. I don’t like copy cats. I don’t like bad smells. I don’t like wet socks. I don’t like my natural hair. I don’t like going to work. I especially don’t like having to work on sundays. I don’t like citrus flavored things. I don’t like homework. I don’t like the leftover juice in zooper doopers. I really don’t like nickelback and avril lavigne. I don’t like cheap knock-offs. I don’t like sending risky texts. I don’t like downloading music. I don’t like the feeling of jealousy. I especially don’t like making decisions. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like when I over think. I don’t like ringing people. I don’t like losing things. I don’t like seeing ‘low battery’. I don’t like when one of my favourite blogs change their url and I can’t find it. I don’t like facebook. I don’t like technology. I don’t like the thought of the future. I don’t like coca cola. I don’t really like soft drinks. I don’t like being sick. I don’t like sleepless nights. I don’t like stress. I don’t like worrying. I don’t like being put on the spot. I don’t like what happened to Freddie McClair. I don’t like feeling uncomfortable. I don’t like people that make you feel uncomfortable. I don’t like not knowing. I don’t like beer. I don’t like scotch or whiskey. I don’t like spiders. I don’t like snakes. I don’t like small backyards. I don’t like that it’s nearly the middle of the year. I don’t like not knowing what I did wrong. I don’t like drifting from people. I don’t like paper cuts. I don’t like being caught in the rain. I don’t like not having a car. I don’t like that constant thought of what could’ve been. I don’t like how things worked out with certain people. I don’t like tv series ending. I don’t like being on bad terms. I don’t like clingy boys. I don’t like beards or mustaches. I don’t like driving in storms. I don’t like commercial breaks. I don’t like sunday nights. I don’t like being told what to do. I don’t like the end of holidays. I don’t like how I’ve stopped playing sports. I don’t like negative people. I don’t like negative energy. I don’t like family drama. I don’t like when things change. I don’t like when people change. I don’t like unpacking. I don’t like when a dog approaches and licks you, ew gross. I don’t like bare feet. I don’t like getting no reply. I don’t like putting in all the effort and getting nothing in return. I really don’t like bitchy people. I don’t like how we rely so much on electricity. I don’t like social networking, it’s ruined us all. I don’t like writing conclusions. I don’t like maths investigations. I don’t like how my mum remembers everything. I don’t like shallow people. I don’t like creepy, old men. I don’t like public transport. I don’t like ATMs. I don’t like littering. I don’t like crying in front of people. I don’t like being in bad moods. I don’t like when other people are in bad moods. I don’t like eating or drinking after I’ve brushed my teeth. I don’t like feeling claustrophobic. I don’t like attention-seekers.  I don’t like people taking our environment for granted. I don’t like when people can’t appreciate the simple things in life. I don’t like spoilers. I don’t like odd numbers. I don’t like stuffy rooms. I don’t like feeling forgotten. I don’t like heavy metal and screamo music. I don’t like meat, even though I eat it. I don’t like messy handwriting. I don’t like blair and dan together. I don’t like stingey people. I don’t like when I’ve run out of things to wear. I don’t like when my pajama pants ride up my leg. I don’t like when people find me on twitter. I don’t like my family finding out things. I don’t like being confused. I don’t like bacon and eggs. I don’t like the smell of bacon. I don’t like giving up on something you’ve always wanted. I don’t like due dates. I don’t like cigarettes. I don’t like how next year I won’t see my friends on a day to day basis. I don’t like being in year 12. And I don’t like how I’ve lost all motivation, in the year I need it most.