Everything I Hate

I hate my life.

I hate the fact that the damn pitcher plant has me yet again.

I hate the fact that my best friend is falling apart at the seams and is apparently trying to push me out of his life. I also hate that he is dropping out of uni in three weeks to wind up just like I have with my pitcher-plant nowheresville job from hell.

I hate my mother dropping in on me practically unannounced when the flat's in a bit of a state because I didn't clean last weekend. Particularly when we were actually supposed to meet in a pub, which would have suited me better as I needed a drink.

I hate the fact that at the end of it all, I'm going to be what I am now for the rest of my life -- too sensitive to take the pain, too stubborn to give it up, too disillusioned to follow my dreams with any conviction that I'll achieve them, too driven and creative to stop following them altogether. Too kind to live, too kind to die.

I have an idea, one that no one believes in but the person it matters most to. It probably won't work, but ... well, let's just see what happens, eh?

Thessaly