I hate apostrophes.
I will never naturally be able to write them accurately as I write.
His, he’s, theirs’, hers, she’s, its, it’s (oh, do I HATE that pair!)
Hmm, did I just have a breakthrough? His, Hers, Its. He’s, She’s, It’s — no, no breakthrough. IT sucks. The apostrophe sucks.
I tumble down the stairs, my broken body piled at the bottom, a jumble of limbs, twisted and bent, my neck unnaturally backwards, my face looking back up at you with this pleading expression, “Why, why is the apostrophe so hard to ingrain into my brain?”
You look down the stairwell, disdain on your face and say to me, “You should try Cyrillic!”