I hate waiting for food. 
And I hate people. I do hate (most) people.
I hate that bad things happen to people you care about.  And I hate that bad things happen to you.  
I hate caring.  I really, truly hate caring.  I loath it.  I don't care anymore.
I hate that I have to go back to school on Monday, with anger and cramps.  And work, I don't want to work. 
I hate that I can't seem to express myself through music.  No, I have to sit there and fake emotion.  I am an emotionless, heartless, uncaring and unloving person that has no fucking heart and hates herself because of this. 
I really hate myself.  Especially right now. 
I hate that I had made a list of everything I hated, in my head, a mere 7 minutes ago.  And now, I've forgotten most of them. 
I hate negativity, but I love being negative.  When I need to.  Like right now.  Negative is a wonderful feeling right now. 
I hate it when people hate me.  But at the same time, I REALLY DON'T CARE. 
I hate that typing takes to long, and it's nowhere near as wonderful as yelling all of this at someone. 
Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate. 
This has been a hate post.