i hate that i don’t get to write more often these days because of my schedule.

i hate that i can’t feel the cold because i have to close my windows so i don’t get asthma because of the dust.

i hate that i seem to have lost my inspiration to write short stories and whatnots.

i hate that you (not you, dear reader) are detrimental to my mental and emotional health.

hate too that it’s late at night and i’m still up. hehe.

i hate that no matter what kind of preventive measure i do, mia still gets sick.

i hate that i’m complaining, so i’ll shut up now.