j ibuf zpv!

I hate this day! I hate "you".

I don't know but I just hate this day. No, it's not that I particularly hate the whole day—I just hate the night. But what comes into my mind is, “I hate this day!” That means I have no choice but to say, I hate this day. There's no point in specifying why I hate this day, even though I just hate the night; for if I will spill the beans in this post, the turn of events will ultimately be devastating.

Argh! Due to the unexplainable feeling of hating this day, I also hate myself! I hate my situation because I don't exactly know why I hate some people lingering around me, why there are some people who I usually enjoy being with turn out to be annoying bunch of filthy rags, why my favorite character in a setting (or place or whatever it is) I dearly set a special corner in my mind and soul seems to be fleeing away from me, and why there is no end to the killings of water ants in our backyard! There's more, I tell you.

Pardon me for these vague rants but I just hate this day! I hate “you!”

J ibuf zpv!