I hate that I have classes again in a week. I hate that I can't seem to tolerate contacts anymore. I hate getting my period a week early. I hate cramps. I hate excessive hormones. I hate feeling completely overwhelmed by everything. I hate when people bother me when I just want to be left alone.

Of course it's only my parents who bother me. No one else loves me. But they bother me enough for a whole city of people.

I want to find a hole and crawl into it.

Anyway, I will be alone plenty soon enough. I will hide with books. I'm glad I'm taking so many English classes. Literature is the best means of escape.

Ooh, yay, Billy Idol. I'd like to give a rebel yell right about now.