disappointment.

I hate this time of year.

I hate that I don't meet my own expectations, and because of it I gradually lower them so I don't feel miserable every time.

I hate that you will have something to say about this that will make me feel useless and stupid. I hate that I've come to expect just that one fucking irritating question from you, and it really pisses me off.

And I hate that I wish you were here for me.

So, to sum it up, I really really hate this time of year.

Sighs. Fab way to end 2008, ain't it.