Pretty busker.

Yeah.

Anyway, yesterday Emily said my blog made her sad, because it was about how I hate my life. Oh, silly Emily, I don't hate my life! I thoroughly enjoy it, I really do, but there are aspects of it I hate.
I hate waking up in the morning, I hate how I can't sleep at night, I hate the constant battle with my body to look its best, I hate going to school, I hate all the stupid mistakes I've made in the past, I hate all the stupid mistakes I'm going to make in the future, I hate eggplant, I hate how my family is crazy, I hate my freak fingers, I hate my artists block, I hate that I failed art last year, I hate that we moved to Canada, I hate that my dad left, I hate feeling tired all the time, I hate it when I'm sick, I hate my stupid computer and its inability to upload files, I hate that I don't live in Japan, I hate that my talent is overlooked by most, I hate that high school is almost over, I hate that I have to get a job, I hate feeling too hot or too cold, I hate it when my cats piss on my things, I hate my friends, I hate my family, and I hate all of you. Every last fucking one.
But life? No, I don't hate life.