FANBOYS with hate

I hate that I'm attacked by mosquitoes in my own HOUSE or that I can't breathe properly at night or sometimes at 4am because it's warm/hot and humid and we have no ventilation and there just happens to be 3 or 4 other people in the room so it's not a very comfortable atmosphere which reminds me of the many many times I sometimes see J*m*s and K*tr*n* walking about while I try to tell myself that it doesn't bother me at all, no, not one bit, but I find myself thinking to myself a little later that I'm a very bad liar and I can't hate them because they're my friends and they're really nice to me yet I can't even lie to myself even when I'm really distracted by all my projects and tests that I am not ready for because I never seem to have enough time studying or preparing for them and the deadline, the deadline, it draws closer and closer and some unwanted surprises come up I can't do anything about it, pretty much like my blog layout which has been pissing me off lately because the stupid bandwidth has been reached but this wouldn't have been a problem if I had only become a ProMember of Photobucket but obviously I can't because I don't any money to spend on them nor for new clothes that I might as well get because everyone keeps commenting that I should dress differently or get new clothes since they've seen these ones over and over yet I realize I can't really go and buy or get new clothes since we're going through tough times yet again and it'll be filled with more tolerance towards it all but there's nothing I could do besides otherwise so I am feeling very helpless and overwhelmed once more.

For. And. Nor. But. Or. Yet. So.
FANBOYS.