to be honest, i’m nervous, scared, worried, and a bit discouraged.  and i hate it. 

i hate that i value punctuality but i always end up feeling like its always too late.

i hate…that as open or blunt or straight forward as i try to be…i have problems putting my pride aside…and asking for help. 

i hate that i can’t call someone and cry. 

i hate that i can’t cry.

i hate who i am.  right now.  this second. 

i hate that i will look back on this entry and think, “dude, how silly am i”…and then feel the same way again two tomorrows from tomorrow.

i hate the word hate. 

such foolishness.