I HATE EVERYTHING ESPECIALLY YOU.

There is something about Sunday that just takes crap and multiplies it times infinity. I think it may be an actual equation and it has something to do with church. For some reason, I always see happy church people on Sundays and they never look like I feel, which is like this:





Yes. This is the universe and irony working in tandem.

Every Sunday is the same: grocery shop, homework, cook, clean, laundry, repeat. And the fact that you’re wearing your crappiest clothing because everything is in the laundry is just your irony-universe reminder that you won’t look gorgeous and delightful while doing it. I think there’s a little barrier in your brain that is specifically marked ‘Sunday’ that breaks every week from this type of image.



























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I hope all of your Sundays are better with this added negative (but colourful and fantastic) thought to go along with this fantastical day.