bitter

I’m glad it’s raining. I’ll laze around, not showered, until some inspiration moves my fingers.
I don’t have to do anything. I can’t mow or wash dogs … it’s raining!
My life is that bland and boring when it IS happening.

When you have a job you keep to pay bills, families you tolerate, a boss who irritates you, and friends whom you don’t like, you have things to complain. Lucky you!
I have nothing.
Yes, I choose this life and am responsible for the current state of my mind and my mood.
It doesn’t mean I can’t whine about it.

Oh, shut up.
I hate when people tell me to cheer up.
Pretending to be happy doesn’t make me feel better.

 

 

For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Better.