the worst of all possibilities

the weekend was horrible. it was mostly good. it was great even. then everything that could happen wrong went wrong, and it was awful. now almost everyone hates me. and with good reason. i hate myself. i ruined everything and now....now, everything is ruined.
and its pouring again.
i hate going to work, i hate mondays, and i hate waking up.
i hate not being able to hate myself more.