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I cannot tolerate it when someone sits on my bed.
   I can't sleep with my socks on--no matter how cold it is.
I hate it when I'm concentrating on my task, rather than listening to and enjoying the music that's being blasted in my ears.
   Dog hair. Tiny, itty bitty devils they are.
I hate it when someone is better than me and they know it.
   I hate how long it takes to learn things. About 90% of it is pointless.
I really, really don't like it when a certain somebody calls them-self ugly or fat or a "flaw-mess" I seriously cannot coincide with such talk.
   I don't like it when people talk about me as if I'm not in the room. I'm here. Acknowledge me.
I hate feeling bad about myself yet I find the cruel pain satisfying.
   I hate how I can smile on the outside but on the inside I'm falling apart.
I hate how in one minutes the world is crashing down on me, the seas of my own tears drowning me...
   And in the next moment I'm fine. Okay again.
I hate how sometimes I just want be be angry or mad or depressed even though it feels horrible.
   I hate knowing that there's a possibility I could fail when I take the chance.
I hate when people can find and use the words I wish I had.

I hate that I hate so many things.


What do you hate?


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Comments

  1. Rose. OMGOSH.
    I've been feeling down and alone lately.
    I hate how that post made me feel wonderful.
    Forgive me.
    It just makes me feel better when someone shares how they feel inside also.
    I feel you, Rose.
    I really do.

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  2. Oh my gosh Rose *grabs a tissue* that was...was so beautiful *blows into the tissue* You truly are just amazing.
    I hate when people down themselves and talk horrible about themselves because it hurts me more than anything. Seeing the people I love hurt.

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