I couldn’t even muster the enthusiasm to hate myself anymore

I couldn't even muster the enthusiasm to hate myself anymore

I couldn’t even muster the enthusiasm to hate myself anymore (Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half: Unfortunate Situations, Flawed Coping Mechanisms, Mayhem, and Other Things That Happened)

we sulked and, in the finest tradition of bored soldiers, sat around throwing stones at each other

The better I get to know men, the more I find myself loving dogs