It's a bad night.

I think the next stage is anger.

I hate you for doing this to me. I want to be doing my honours thesis and nothing fucking else but that isn't fucking going to happen is it. I hate you for doing this to me, I hate you.

I used to have a notebook I wrote in when I was mad with my father. Fuck you, again and again and again in neat letters line on line.

Fuck you. I hate you. I hate you.