I hate time.
Don't misunderstand this as me not wanting it to exist, but I'm just stating that I hate it. Or rather, I hate my sense of time. Due to my several years of bad sleeping habits, sleep deprivation, and selling my soul to technology, I have gloriously boned my sense of time beyond reason. If it weren't for the fact that I had an electronic calender sitting in front of me, I'd probably think it was 2013 or something.
Hours can pass by like nothing, so, when the day is almost up, I might come across something I had posted in the morning, or near the middle of the day. I peer at the post time. "The hell, really!? That felt like days ago!"
Two or three days feels like a week, a week feels like a month, and a month feels like a year. Years feel like an eternity. It is very uncomfortable for time to feel this way for me, and often, I try to correct it by starting a good sleeping schedule.
Computer: "Haha! Fuck your sleeping schedule, you are enslaved to my power! Now, feed me your life force!"
And you can tell where that leads.
Subject: Time 
