Hate men. Hate how they don't realise that they're hurting you. Hate how when they realise they don't think it's anything like their fault. Hate their incompetence, their tendency to fuck up completely and refuse to apologise and just say "well, that's the way it goes" - it's not the way it would go if you didn't fuck up so often *dear*. Hate always always being second best to them. Hate them running scared from "I love you" even when I only mean it as part of friendship. Hate the way they can flirt and not mean anything by it. I can't do that. I just can't.
Hated men before I read my friends page, too. Tanya, you *fucking idiot*.
Oh well, as long as you're happy.
Hate alcohol. Hate the things it makes people say, the e-mails it makes people send, hate having to sit and work out how much of what was said was genuine, how much I have to worry about. Hate it making people depressed; hate people thinking it's the answer to depression. Hate that people when drunk think I 'ought to know' things I manifestly would rather not know. Hate knowing that without alcohol there are people who wouldn't say more than two words to me.
Having said all of which, I'm now off to make some tapes.