I hate
I hate my mother. I hate Kyle. I hate my job. I hate working 8 hours every day. I hate being tired all the time. I hate Leo. I hate when ppl don't do what they say they are going to do. I hate feeling out of place. I hate having no one to talk to. I hate being alone. I hate men. I hate waking up early. I hate living in my house. I hate repetition. I hate ppl w/ no sympathy. I hate ppl who only care about themselves. I hate thinking ppl care about me when they only care about themselves. I hate being wrong. I hate being slow. I hate Kyle. I hate my mother. I hate feeling fat. Most of all I hate being negative because I don't have a reason to be positive.
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