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I WAS QUESTIONING IN MY HUGE THINK-PAN IF I SHOULD EVEN WRITE THIS BECAUSE OF HOW FUCKING MORONIC IT IS. BUT NOW I HAVE DECIDED TO WRITE THIS. OK CUT THE FUCKING HORSE SHIT, I FUCKING HATE MONDAY'S. IT'S LITERALLY THE WORST DAY OF THE WEEK, LIKE WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SO SHITTY FOR NO REASON? OH OH OH! DON'T GET ME FUCKING STARTED ON SUNDAYS TOO. I CAN'T STAND THEM. LIKE HOW CAN SOMEONE GO THROUGH THEY'RE "HUMBLE" DAY KNOWING THE NEXT IS GONNA BE HELL? I FEEL LIKE IM GOING INSANE ABOUT THIS, IS IT JUST ME??
I FUCKING HATE MONDAY'S.
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EctoBiologist
you're not alone on that, I feel sick to my stomach every Sunday, knowing, dreading the pure hell I'll go through the next day. Weekends have really only felt like one day for me, knowing that sense of just like, a massive fucking knot in stomach. but yea, I feel that.