Not So TGIF

So I've got a confession. One that could not only damage my street cred, but one that could totally cost me social acceptance as a teen...
...Wait, who am I kidding? I have never had street cred or social acceptance...
Well in that case, I hate Fridays. Despise, dread, detest, abhor. They are the black hole of my existence. I pull into my driveway after a long week and realize that the second I get out of my car, I will have no joy until the next Monday. My 2.3 day break will consist of homework, mild technological social interactions, sleep, and incessant battles with my mother for my life spark. If I'm lucky I will get some sort of delicious high calorie food, and maybe an episode of Vampire Diaries. I will have no privacy, no time to listen to music, and no peace the second I enter my house.
I complain only because it is: a) presently an extremely bitter Friday after a horrible week, and b) because it's gotten bad - bad as in to a place where I don't even want to check Facebook on Fridays because I don't want to see all the fun everyone else is having. (Plus I know if I log on I will just end up alienating someone through all my life-sucks-and-then-you-die, I-hate-the-world *coughcough* I mean, winning optimism *fake smile*.)
Mostly, it's manageable. On Fridays, I avoid the computer, turn off my phone and go to bed at 8. Saturdays and Sundays I do everything in my power to sleep in as late as possible. But some mornings I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, thinking how absolutely pathetic it is that I can't bring myself to get out of bed because I have absolutely nothing I will even remotely enjoy to look forward to.