I can't cope . . .

[kelbrenn]

with the meaningless, empty hours.
with the degree-less pseudo-intellectuals.
with jumping through hoops.
with fickle, fair-weather friends.
with my lumpy, misshapen body.
with my laziness.
with my inability to write.
with my lack of self control.
with a constant and heart-breaking ache.
with historiography.
with global warming.
with proper punctuation.
with getting older.
with being ignored.
with being forgotten.
with the perpetual infantalization that is graduate school.
with everyone telling me 'oh, I know.'
with advice.
with the handsome heroes.

I'll sum up with my hero hottie Alexander Hamilton:
"I hate the world. I hate my self."