The HATE is back!
I hate the Army. I hate it so fucking much.
I hate Baghdad.
I hate SSG Van even though he's gone, I still hate him and his gapped toothed face.
I hate CPT Child getting into business that we already know about.
I hate people.
I hate my stupidity and ignorance.
I hate being lectured.
I hate drama.
I hate stupid people.
I hate sexual urges.
I hate food that gets cold in under two minutes.
I hate over-sleeping and still feeling tired.
I hate the Marines for taking away Nicole for long periods of time.
I hate being told to stay safe, when there is no danger around.
I hate rank.
I hate the fact that there is nothing here that I can give stabbity death without getting in trouble.
I hate the fact that sandbags are just that damn tough.
I hate convoys.
I hate the cold.
I really really hate stupid people.
I hate convoys that make me cold.
I hate computers.
I hate broken computers.
I hate crappy computers.
I even hate computers that work fine, because there is always something fucking wrong with them.
I hate problems, I know, everyone hates problems, but I hate them more, so :P.
I hate seeing women cry.
I hate seeing my mom cry.
I hate people that make other people cry.
I hate my little brothers' childishness, but I respect that they have to live that way because they are still children, so I don't say it to their faces.... much.
I hate myself for telling my little brother, Jason, I hate him directly to his face and all he said was, "So?"
I hate the fact that I didn't let that get to me.
I hate my other little brother, Nicholas, not helping Jason out with the housework since I no longer live there.
I hate not living with my parents XD.
I hate not having my freedom.
I hate beer.
I hate drugs.
I hate my friends doing drugs.
I hate stupid Dell laptops whos screens go black all the fucking time and don't turn on for a while again.
I hate having to go back and forth between sections.
I hate the S2 and how they think they're all high and mighty, when they're all actually just a bunch of retards, except Bucca because Bucca rocks.
I HATE BAGHDAD!!!!
I hate the fact that while I'm here, other people are worrying about me when they probably shouldn't.
I hate how I'm easily startled.
I hate how I don't have steady hands.
I hate my eyes.
I hate hating.
I hate the fact that I don't get to see some of my old friends as much as I'd like.
I hate e-mail addresses that lead to dead ends.
I hate how MSN doesn't have the Yahoo pervert face.
I hate the fact that I'm probably going to go to Hell and people tell you you can make your sins go away if you 'accept Jesus.' I accepted Jesus when I was 8. I'm still going to Hell, so fuck you!
I hate most religions.
I hate religion in politics.
I hate being away from Nicole.
I hate this ache that Nicole makes me feel.
I hate not being able to bring all of my friends to me.
I hate Baghdad.
I hate taxes.
I hate watching that video Alex sent me way back when when I did my original hate post(DEAR GOD NO!!!).
I hate not being able to express my feelings through words.
I hate rants that lead to no where.
I hate this rant.
I hate people that lie to me.
I hate when I lie to people.
I hate lying.
I hate hurting people.
I hate not being happy.
I hate fake happiness.
I hate PMS.
I hate being moody.
I hate having the urge to kill people (only sometimes).
I hate calling people names behind their back.
I hate confrontations (but I still do it).
I hate rejection.
I hate heart ache.
I hate my back.
I hate scholiosis.
I hate the fact that I put stuff off.
I hate my memory.
I hate Britney Spears' singing.
I hate getting stuck on video games.
I hate doing something wrong on video games which lead to a dead end and you have to RESTART THE WHOLE FUCKING GAME!!!
I hate this aching in my heart that results from all of this hate.
I hate the fact that I can't do shit about this war.
I hate my inability to communicate well.
I hate Van for his last ditch effort to fuck me over by not recommending me for the board. (Thanks, dick)
I hate the fact that my points are currently maxed out.
I hate my luck.
I hate that I wrecked my parents' van within the first 24 hours of being home for X-Mas break last year.
I hate that that same vacation my Uncle died on X-Mas Eve.
I hate my luck that much more.
I hate people who try to look bad ass, but are completely clueless.
I hate not being five anymore.
I hate growing up.
I hate turning 21 over here.
I hate the fact that my girlfriend lives a country away from me and when she finally gets close, I'm sent to Iraq.
I hate not knowing my future.
I hate surprises.
I hate people who think they know everything and know absolutely nothing.
I hate Iraq.
I hate the fact that I'll be visiting this country at least three more times.
I hate that I enlisted for six years, but had no choice in the matter.
I hate that I'll probably re-enlist for two more years and hate every second of it.
I hate work details.
I hate work.
I hate people who can't read properly (No, I'm not talking about people who can't read. I'm talking about people who skip over something that they're reading and then turn around and make an error).
I hate fear.
I hate this place.
I hate claustrophobia.
I hate missing the weekends.
I hate missing days off.
I hate not having days off.
I hate not being able to ask for a day off.
I hate stress.
I hate the fact that if I get promoted that I will be bringing on a whole lot more responsibility.
I hate that I forgot how to spell responsibility for 10 seconds.
I hate that my jokes are immature.
I hate not being funny.
I hate that I haven't laughed as much as I'd like to.
I hate that this deployment is 3 months longer than our last one.
I hate that the next one is going to be 3 months longer than this one (I think).
I hate terrorists.
I hate the fact that I'm labeled a terrorist by another country.
I hate Iraq.
I hate how the phones won't go through some times.
I hate newbies.
I hate 12 year old little fucks who think they're bad ass.
I hate FP.
I hate stupid rules.
Bah... I'm done.
I hate Baghdad.
I hate SSG Van even though he's gone, I still hate him and his gapped toothed face.
I hate CPT Child getting into business that we already know about.
I hate people.
I hate my stupidity and ignorance.
I hate being lectured.
I hate drama.
I hate stupid people.
I hate sexual urges.
I hate food that gets cold in under two minutes.
I hate over-sleeping and still feeling tired.
I hate the Marines for taking away Nicole for long periods of time.
I hate being told to stay safe, when there is no danger around.
I hate rank.
I hate the fact that there is nothing here that I can give stabbity death without getting in trouble.
I hate the fact that sandbags are just that damn tough.
I hate convoys.
I hate the cold.
I really really hate stupid people.
I hate convoys that make me cold.
I hate computers.
I hate broken computers.
I hate crappy computers.
I even hate computers that work fine, because there is always something fucking wrong with them.
I hate problems, I know, everyone hates problems, but I hate them more, so :P.
I hate seeing women cry.
I hate seeing my mom cry.
I hate people that make other people cry.
I hate my little brothers' childishness, but I respect that they have to live that way because they are still children, so I don't say it to their faces.... much.
I hate myself for telling my little brother, Jason, I hate him directly to his face and all he said was, "So?"
I hate the fact that I didn't let that get to me.
I hate my other little brother, Nicholas, not helping Jason out with the housework since I no longer live there.
I hate not living with my parents XD.
I hate not having my freedom.
I hate beer.
I hate drugs.
I hate my friends doing drugs.
I hate stupid Dell laptops whos screens go black all the fucking time and don't turn on for a while again.
I hate having to go back and forth between sections.
I hate the S2 and how they think they're all high and mighty, when they're all actually just a bunch of retards, except Bucca because Bucca rocks.
I HATE BAGHDAD!!!!
I hate the fact that while I'm here, other people are worrying about me when they probably shouldn't.
I hate how I'm easily startled.
I hate how I don't have steady hands.
I hate my eyes.
I hate hating.
I hate the fact that I don't get to see some of my old friends as much as I'd like.
I hate e-mail addresses that lead to dead ends.
I hate how MSN doesn't have the Yahoo pervert face.
I hate the fact that I'm probably going to go to Hell and people tell you you can make your sins go away if you 'accept Jesus.' I accepted Jesus when I was 8. I'm still going to Hell, so fuck you!
I hate most religions.
I hate religion in politics.
I hate being away from Nicole.
I hate this ache that Nicole makes me feel.
I hate not being able to bring all of my friends to me.
I hate Baghdad.
I hate taxes.
I hate watching that video Alex sent me way back when when I did my original hate post(DEAR GOD NO!!!).
I hate not being able to express my feelings through words.
I hate rants that lead to no where.
I hate this rant.
I hate people that lie to me.
I hate when I lie to people.
I hate lying.
I hate hurting people.
I hate not being happy.
I hate fake happiness.
I hate PMS.
I hate being moody.
I hate having the urge to kill people (only sometimes).
I hate calling people names behind their back.
I hate confrontations (but I still do it).
I hate rejection.
I hate heart ache.
I hate my back.
I hate scholiosis.
I hate the fact that I put stuff off.
I hate my memory.
I hate Britney Spears' singing.
I hate getting stuck on video games.
I hate doing something wrong on video games which lead to a dead end and you have to RESTART THE WHOLE FUCKING GAME!!!
I hate this aching in my heart that results from all of this hate.
I hate the fact that I can't do shit about this war.
I hate my inability to communicate well.
I hate Van for his last ditch effort to fuck me over by not recommending me for the board. (Thanks, dick)
I hate the fact that my points are currently maxed out.
I hate my luck.
I hate that I wrecked my parents' van within the first 24 hours of being home for X-Mas break last year.
I hate that that same vacation my Uncle died on X-Mas Eve.
I hate my luck that much more.
I hate people who try to look bad ass, but are completely clueless.
I hate not being five anymore.
I hate growing up.
I hate turning 21 over here.
I hate the fact that my girlfriend lives a country away from me and when she finally gets close, I'm sent to Iraq.
I hate not knowing my future.
I hate surprises.
I hate people who think they know everything and know absolutely nothing.
I hate Iraq.
I hate the fact that I'll be visiting this country at least three more times.
I hate that I enlisted for six years, but had no choice in the matter.
I hate that I'll probably re-enlist for two more years and hate every second of it.
I hate work details.
I hate work.
I hate people who can't read properly (No, I'm not talking about people who can't read. I'm talking about people who skip over something that they're reading and then turn around and make an error).
I hate fear.
I hate this place.
I hate claustrophobia.
I hate missing the weekends.
I hate missing days off.
I hate not having days off.
I hate not being able to ask for a day off.
I hate stress.
I hate the fact that if I get promoted that I will be bringing on a whole lot more responsibility.
I hate that I forgot how to spell responsibility for 10 seconds.
I hate that my jokes are immature.
I hate not being funny.
I hate that I haven't laughed as much as I'd like to.
I hate that this deployment is 3 months longer than our last one.
I hate that the next one is going to be 3 months longer than this one (I think).
I hate terrorists.
I hate the fact that I'm labeled a terrorist by another country.
I hate Iraq.
I hate how the phones won't go through some times.
I hate newbies.
I hate 12 year old little fucks who think they're bad ass.
I hate FP.
I hate stupid rules.
Bah... I'm done.