10 things I hate about me
Times 5 makes 50.
I hate that I’m unhappy.
I hate that I’m afraid to tell my mom I’m unhappy because she’ll think it’s a joke.
I hate that I can’t talk to her about anything because she’ll never understand.
I hate that I always get my hopes up for things and that never work out.
I hate my brother because he’s stupid and he doesn’t ever think about anyone but himself.
I have my parents because they’re greedy and stupid.
I hate that no one really loves me, even thought that’s all I really want.
I have that I obsess over things so much.
I hate that I’m so overweight and out of shape.
I hate that I can never be serious without laughing.
I hate that I always say the wrong things at the wrong times.
I hate that I’m so lazy.
I hate that I can’t stop eating.
I hate forgetting everything.
I hate that I always like guys who never like me.
I hate being afraid of everything.
I hate knowing that I don’t have a purpose and nothing matters.
I hate people like my mom because they’re part of what’s wrong with the world.
I hate going to school.
I have the weather because it’s uncomfortably cold right now.
I hate having to see my family every day.
I hate doing homework because it’s pointless, which is why I don’t do it.
I hate having to be afraid that my parents will find out I never do my homework.
I hate knowing that If I they did find out, they’d be too stupid to really help me.
I hate that I want so much attention.
I hate that nothing about me is worth paying attention to.
I hate always wanting to impress people.
I hate that there’s nothing impressive about me.
I hate that I’m so paranoid.
I hate going through phases.
I hate not being taken seriously.
I hate not being able to talk to anyone that sees the world the way I do.
I hate having to pretend I’m nice and happy.
I hate that I’m a bitch.
I hate it when people tell me I’m not a bitch, because it just proves that they don’t know me at all.
I hate being so dependent on other people.
I hate fighting with Cheyenne, because she’s really fun to hang out with and I really want to stay friends with her.
I hate Kelsie and Stephanie, because they’re so terrible to her and she doesn’t deserve it.
I hate Will because she’s more interested in him than in the roleplay, which is what made me so happy after being unhappy for so long.
I hate it when she talks about Will because it reminds me not only of him but of how bitchy I am to hate him for my own selfish reasons when he makes her so happy.
I hate that I get angry so easily.
I hate that I never tell people anything to their faces.
I hate that I’m so much of a hypocrite that I hate other hypocrites for being hypocritical.
I hate that Nick will never like me.
I hate that I like him so much even though I barely know him.
I hate that I imagine people as so perfect because that’s how I want them to be.
I hate that I’m not beautiful.
I hate Brokeback Mountain because it depressed me and I’m probably going to go see it again anyways.
I hate life.
I hate the world.
Gah Don't you hate listening to me complain? Eh.
I hate that I’m unhappy.
I hate that I’m afraid to tell my mom I’m unhappy because she’ll think it’s a joke.
I hate that I can’t talk to her about anything because she’ll never understand.
I hate that I always get my hopes up for things and that never work out.
I hate my brother because he’s stupid and he doesn’t ever think about anyone but himself.
I have my parents because they’re greedy and stupid.
I hate that no one really loves me, even thought that’s all I really want.
I have that I obsess over things so much.
I hate that I’m so overweight and out of shape.
I hate that I can never be serious without laughing.
I hate that I always say the wrong things at the wrong times.
I hate that I’m so lazy.
I hate that I can’t stop eating.
I hate forgetting everything.
I hate that I always like guys who never like me.
I hate being afraid of everything.
I hate knowing that I don’t have a purpose and nothing matters.
I hate people like my mom because they’re part of what’s wrong with the world.
I hate going to school.
I have the weather because it’s uncomfortably cold right now.
I hate having to see my family every day.
I hate doing homework because it’s pointless, which is why I don’t do it.
I hate having to be afraid that my parents will find out I never do my homework.
I hate knowing that If I they did find out, they’d be too stupid to really help me.
I hate that I want so much attention.
I hate that nothing about me is worth paying attention to.
I hate always wanting to impress people.
I hate that there’s nothing impressive about me.
I hate that I’m so paranoid.
I hate going through phases.
I hate not being taken seriously.
I hate not being able to talk to anyone that sees the world the way I do.
I hate having to pretend I’m nice and happy.
I hate that I’m a bitch.
I hate it when people tell me I’m not a bitch, because it just proves that they don’t know me at all.
I hate being so dependent on other people.
I hate fighting with Cheyenne, because she’s really fun to hang out with and I really want to stay friends with her.
I hate Kelsie and Stephanie, because they’re so terrible to her and she doesn’t deserve it.
I hate Will because she’s more interested in him than in the roleplay, which is what made me so happy after being unhappy for so long.
I hate it when she talks about Will because it reminds me not only of him but of how bitchy I am to hate him for my own selfish reasons when he makes her so happy.
I hate that I get angry so easily.
I hate that I never tell people anything to their faces.
I hate that I’m so much of a hypocrite that I hate other hypocrites for being hypocritical.
I hate that Nick will never like me.
I hate that I like him so much even though I barely know him.
I hate that I imagine people as so perfect because that’s how I want them to be.
I hate that I’m not beautiful.
I hate Brokeback Mountain because it depressed me and I’m probably going to go see it again anyways.
I hate life.
I hate the world.
Gah Don't you hate listening to me complain? Eh.