The hatred I feel is overwhelming. I can’t think of the last time I wanted to destroy or toss something across the room more than I do now. Some days I hope to get by without the feeling creeping up on me but it never fails, it rears its ugly face and I can’t control myself. I toss my phone across the room, at the wall, and even into my car windshield on one special occasion. As soon as it “thumps out" (as I like to refer to it as) all I want to do is bash it’s face in. No, that call wasn’t important and I guess I really didn’t want to send that text message. Fuck you phone! You are the bain of my existence and I get excited each day to rip a link off of my paper chain to count down the days to my new phone.
On multiple occasions I truly wish my phone had feelings just so I could express how much dislike I have for it. People probably think I have lost my mind when they see me whispering angry comments at the screen because it wouldn’t let me do something. I am convinced it has a mind of its own and I can’t wait to teach it a lesson once I get a new phone and don’t have to put up with its shenanigans anymore (t-minus 24 days). I hope all other phones I own learn from the example I am going to make of this S.O.B.
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