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ten days of summer!
Hate:
i hate summer. i hate working at 5 in the morning. i hate my lack of peers. especially the good ones. i hate realizing how unimportant i am but not being able to accept it. i hate giving in to inevitability. i want to be exceptional, but the odds are against me. i hope i don't end up killing a bunch of people to get myself into history, or onto the local news. i hate my lack of faith. i hate most poetry. i hate my prose. i hate wasting all of this god damn time. i hate that i'm going to live with my parents until i'm twenty-two. i hate morro bay. i hate obligations. i hate guilt. i hate asymmetrical relationships. i hate livejournal. i hate upper-division general education, except for literature, probably. i hate that i had to spend all of my fun travel money on a repair to a car that i don't even own.
Don't Hate:
i don't hate that there are only ten days of summer left. or that i'm about to do something new, no matter how mediocre and unimpressive it may be. i don't hate references to 'the most dangerous game', even if nobody else at mervyn's has read it. i don't hate extreme preparation.
i miss the good things and people.
Hate:
i hate summer. i hate working at 5 in the morning. i hate my lack of peers. especially the good ones. i hate realizing how unimportant i am but not being able to accept it. i hate giving in to inevitability. i want to be exceptional, but the odds are against me. i hope i don't end up killing a bunch of people to get myself into history, or onto the local news. i hate my lack of faith. i hate most poetry. i hate my prose. i hate wasting all of this god damn time. i hate that i'm going to live with my parents until i'm twenty-two. i hate morro bay. i hate obligations. i hate guilt. i hate asymmetrical relationships. i hate livejournal. i hate upper-division general education, except for literature, probably. i hate that i had to spend all of my fun travel money on a repair to a car that i don't even own.
Don't Hate:
i don't hate that there are only ten days of summer left. or that i'm about to do something new, no matter how mediocre and unimpressive it may be. i don't hate references to 'the most dangerous game', even if nobody else at mervyn's has read it. i don't hate extreme preparation.
i miss the good things and people.