Yes, I know I am a horrible, horrible person that needs to get hit by a bus.
I hate it when people that once claimed to be my best friends competely turn on me and stab me in the back and make me feel like utter, useless shit just because they made one or two new friends and now they think they are better than everyone else and can step all over me.
I hate it when people become so involved in drugs that they seem to find nothing else worth discussing besides how many pills they have popped and how many bowls they have smoked. I don't want to hear about your idiocy, so spare me, please.
I hate it when everything I say gets challenged, ignored, or turned inside out and thrown back at me like I have no fucking brain. Get real, you're the one who thinks that cars sputter just because it rains.
I hate it when people completely change themselves to please others. It's the most sickening thing in the world, except for maybe 3 week old rotting cats. I'm sorry, but if your backbone is so weak that you collapse under status quos and cliches, then you need to take a good long look at who you are on the inside. If you don't know who that is anymore, then maybe you should go live in Papau New Guinea or something so I don't have to look at you anymore.
I hate it when people think their opinions are facts. Really, your opinion doesn't matter. I've learned that the hard way, so you should just stop trying to get people to listen to you unless you have a huge ass roll of benjamin's in your pocket. Which I hate, by the way. Stop spewing your grey matter like it's the gospel truth.
I hate that someone can take one look at me and classify me, or decide they don't like me, just based on what I'm wearing, and a few seconds of hearing what I have to say. Honestly, I don't even know what the fuck I am, so you shouldn't either. I'm just me.
I hate how blind we are to what's actually happening. I noticed that the whole world stops when some fatass sports announcer guy kicks the bucket, but the fact that a child dies every 2.3 seconds totally doesn't matter at all.
Hell, I probably hate you.