Whatever.
I hate it here.
I hate the excessive use of commas.
I hate the taste of chlorine.
I hate people who journal about everything short of their bowel movements.
I hate it when sentences are ended with prepositions.
I hate wet pants.
I hate conversations in which every potentially thoughtful pause is punctuated with "um" or "like".
I hate people who criticize what you enjoy only for the sake of trying to make you feel inadequate.
I hate feeling as of my emotions are out of my control.
I hate caring about what people I can't stand and don't respect have to say.
I hate dirty floors.
I hate playing "devil's advocate".
I hate it when I'm forced to pretend as if the world doesn't exist in shades of grey, or that life has an ultimate meaning, or the people are essentially good, or that anything else this complex can be categorized and made more palatable.
I hate burning contacts.
I hate that I feel more satisfied making a "hate" list than a "like" one.
- Meghan
P.S.- It struck me today that one I day I will marry the man I can't live without, start a life and career of my own, and, though there will be problems and hard times, finally get the chance to live happily ever after. Sometimes the things of which you dream when you're a child imagining an adult utopia really do happen. And it's awesome.
I hate the excessive use of commas.
I hate the taste of chlorine.
I hate people who journal about everything short of their bowel movements.
I hate it when sentences are ended with prepositions.
I hate wet pants.
I hate conversations in which every potentially thoughtful pause is punctuated with "um" or "like".
I hate people who criticize what you enjoy only for the sake of trying to make you feel inadequate.
I hate feeling as of my emotions are out of my control.
I hate caring about what people I can't stand and don't respect have to say.
I hate dirty floors.
I hate playing "devil's advocate".
I hate it when I'm forced to pretend as if the world doesn't exist in shades of grey, or that life has an ultimate meaning, or the people are essentially good, or that anything else this complex can be categorized and made more palatable.
I hate burning contacts.
I hate that I feel more satisfied making a "hate" list than a "like" one.
- Meghan
P.S.- It struck me today that one I day I will marry the man I can't live without, start a life and career of my own, and, though there will be problems and hard times, finally get the chance to live happily ever after. Sometimes the things of which you dream when you're a child imagining an adult utopia really do happen. And it's awesome.