I hate...Thanksgiving. Everyone getting together, pretending they're one big happy family, playing out some asinine script of what they think a family should be and act like. Just an FYI, what you see on tv IS NOT REALITY!

I hate...the slob my daughter is. I hate it even more that she insists on not only having her room look like a bomb went off, she insists on doing the same in my bedroom and the living room too.

I hate...having to tell my daughter over and over to PICK YOUR SHIT UP!

I hate...Medicaid. I'm thankful to have some kind of medical coverage, but Medicaid keeps making changes that are adversely effecting the level of care I'm receiving which was already substandard. They've now decided not to cover one of the meds I've been on for several years and one of the few that's actually worked for me. So now I've had to have all my meds switched around and the new meds are fucking with my already fragile mental state.

I hate...going out shopping the day after Thanksgiving. I don't care how good of a deal these stores seem to be offering, there's no fucking way I'm waking up and standing in line outside some store waiting for it to open at 5 am just so I can save a few dollars. I did it once, many years ago, it was a nightmare. People get pushy and grabby and I swore I would never do it again out of fear I might actually kill someone.

I hate...that another year is quickly coming to a close and I feel like I've accomplished absolutely nothing except staying alive, and even that was a real struggle that I almost lost.