I hate you with the passion of one thousand fiery deaths.
I hate that some mornings you wake me out of my peaceful slumber with no warning, just a loud intrusion into my dreamworld.
I also hate the times that I awake in the middle of the night and you mock me with how many hours I have left until you start braying your bad news.
I understand on some logical level that it is not your fault that I hate getting up in the morning. I truly do realize that my hating to have to work for a living and also get my son to school has never been the responsibility of any alarm clock, or inanimate object. It is just so easy to blame you.
Sometimes I know that you try to make up for it by offering obscure songs that I like to awaken me, sometimes you offer news and weather. When will you realize that no matter what you offer, I'm just not that into you?
7 hours ago