hate, hate, hate, loathe entirely

[my_october]

Oh, Honors Thesis,

You are the bane of my existence.  How do I loathe thee?  Let me count the ways.

I hate the way you've taken my  soul.
I hate the way you make me procrastinate because I'm too afraid of you.
I hate the way you make me feel guilty when I want to do something other than write you.
I hate the way you've made me ignore the guilt.
I hate the stomach ache you give me whenever I think about you.
I hate your subject.
I hate the fact that my adviser hardly helps me.
I hate that I have no idea how to do you.
I hate that I can't find a date that everyone can listen to my proposal.
I hate that I actually have to present my proposal.
I hate that all I'll get is a little medal.
I hate that I didn't quit you a year ago.
I hate that my committee is counting on me to get you done.
I hate how much you suck.
I hate that I use my free days to do you.
I hate the way you look, feel, smell, taste, sound.
I hate that I hate you.
I hate not being able to do you and that you make me feel inadequate.
I hate that you're not even close to being done.

I could go on.  But, I need to edit it so that I can send it out to my committee so that they can respond and tell me how much it sucks.  So, off I go to write meaningless shit between my tears.