this imploding heart

Cool. I hate everything too!

ain't nothin better than wanting to kick the whole world in the teeth.

I hate that look drivers get when they almost run me over and they can’t seem to understand why I’m mad. I hate hair from bathtub drain filters. I hate people who walk five abreast and block sidewalks. I hate people who think cynicism is the same thing as intelligence. I hate how handling super-dry laundry makes me feel vaguely sick for some reason. I hate that racism is seen as a moral failing, rather than an intellectual one. I hate dress codes. I hate forgetting to zip. I hate people who wear too much perfume. I really hate people who wear too much cologne. I hate pinky rings. I hate arrogant aggressive atheists. Eyebrow rings just annoy me.

I hate unnecessary drama. I hate the fact that it's fricking cold out there and there's still cold air coming out of the vent above my head. I really, REALLY hate hangnails. I hate feeling puffy all over. I hate emergency rooms (both for people and animals). I hate my hair right at the moment. I hate it that all sorts of shit is wrong with my car and I can't afford to fix it. I hate student loans. I hate allergies. I think I might hate palm trees, but I'm not sure. I hate traffic induced by sporting events. I hate the sleepy headache I get at about this time every day. I hate Nate because he's not here to drink and be rowdy with me. I hate being bitter and jaded about relationships. I hate relationships. I hate constantly having watery eyes because I gooped up my hair follicles by wearing a lot of eyeliner for my show. I hate tattoos for being so addictive and yet so expensive. I hate being yelled at by homeless people. I hate being yelled at by friends. I hate it that it's not time to go home yet because I no longer give a shit about any of my work. I also hate not giving a shit.

is terry street the steep one outside your house? if so, i remember! i remember when the street wasn't crowded with chain link fences and orange cones, dirt piled up on the street. i could drive fast up and down the street and get a little scared when i got to the top, because i could never see if anyone was coming. i remember hating walking up it, even though i only did it once or twice.

I hate mold and clams.

In all honesty, I hate the possibility that the next girl might be skinnier than me.

Oooh. Sarah, that's a good one.

I hate ten. What an annoying number.

I hate when the guy in the next cube yawns so loud it sounds like a little girl shreiking.

i hate it when your doing a chemistry assessment due tomorrow and u get frustrated and put "i hate all sorts of things" into a search engine and you find a site such as this, that distracts you, so then you decide to right your own "i hate" message. yeah thats what i hate.

I hate getting played. I hate crying over the stupid guy that played me. I hate crying, period. I hate my period. I hate not being good enough for everyone else around me. I hate overthinking. Yet all these things happen to us and we end up finding ways to live with them...I do know that I love one thing - life still goes on!