I hate the summer.
I hate the heat.
I hate the load-shedding.
I hate that every day we have to listen to bad news ranging from bomb blasts to journalists being tortured to death for daring to reveal the truth.
I hate the bubbles we are all being forced to live in.
I hate dreading the moment when mine will pop.
I hate that nothing will change here, not for as far as I can foresee anyway.
I hate that I really believe that now.