I Hate.

I hate. I hate it when people try to take my dreams away from me. Not merely try to stop me from reaching them, but to take away the dream itself, to tear it apart and then smash it. And hope I'd forget all about it. Well, I do not forget. And I won't let them take away anything.
But the thing I hate the most is that these same people are supposed to be very close to me. Supposed to.

I hate.

I hate it when I strive to do something, and not just to do it, but to do it right, in the best possible way, and someone just tells me I'm not trying hard enough. Or if I am, then I'm just not good enough. Better off if I quit.
Guess what? Fuck you.

And by the way, I hate thunderstorms. This is the third one in 36 hours. The sky is some strange shadow of dark grey... I wish the weather would become sunny again. Even though I usually like stormy weather. In any case, in the moment I hate it.

I shouldn't have written all of this shit. It sounds like I'm just complaining because I've nothing better to do. Anyway, I've written it, so I'll post it.
And I'm less angry now, as a matter of fact. I guess that's a good thing.