i hate, hate, hate, hate being sober. i hate thinking about the same incident. time and time again, i think it's driving me insane. i like drugs. i hate my fucking boyfriend. i want to be happy by next january. i'm pissed that i can't quit my job anytime soon. i hate how people say "you're the expert!" and "you're pretty" and i absolutely hate when middle-aged men look at my legs when i wear a skirt.