Monday, September 14, 2009
hate list
I hate the sound of the back door shutting. I hate open cupboards. I hate my conscience always making me fear trying new things. I hate dirt under my fingernails. I hate the smell of old ladys' perfume. I hate fast food. I hate girls who possess all the stereotypical girl-like behaviors. I hate easily excitable people. I hate insecure girls who are constantly looking for the attention any man that will it give it to them no matter how off limits or how little of a connection there is between them. I hate humidity. I hate my hair getting stuck to my lipgloss. I hate your girlfriends. I hate being in love with someone I can't have. I hate that I'm nice to people who I don't give a shit about. I hate conversation when it's forced. I hate friendships that are forced. I hate boys who talk about themselves and never take the time to ask you questions in return. I hate that I ever kissed you, I think your a loser and I hate thinking about how you might have lied to your friends and said we slept together. I hate dirty couches in seedy houses. I hate that you used the word seedy that one time. I hate that I ever let you touch me, I was drunk everytime and it would never ever happen again. I hate monkeys. I hate small dogs with long fur like shitzus and Pomeranians. I hate most girls who are younger than me. I hate remembering embarrassing moments or foolish things I've done in the past. I hate rednecks. I hate white people who want to be black. I hate girls with ponytails with their hair sprayed down and large fake hoop earrings. I hate heavy breathing. I hate ugly people who don't know they're ugly. I hate cigarettes and I hate that I smoke. I hate that you won't text me back. I hate that you texted me over and over again even though I never answered a single one, take a fucking hint. I hate how insecure you are and the jeans that you wear. I hate dirty tile floors. I hate it when people have their feet on my bed while wearing shoes. I hate being woken up earlier than my alarm is set for. I hate being asked unnecessary questions. I hate the color of my walls. I hate that you live so far away. I hate that I have nothing in common with my friends. I hate that I am not famous. I hate that I can't sing anymore. I hate that I don't have a phone plan. I hate people who text other people while I'm trying to have a face to face conversation with them. I hate pretending I'm your friend. I hate saying yes to everything. I hate my lack of ambition. I hate hearing horrid stories on the news. I hate that smoking pot gives me anxiety. I hate headaches. I hate that my teeth hurt. I hate that I can't get a job. I hate that I am always thinking about you. I hate that you check up on my twitter and my deviantart and my myspace all the time. I hate that my hair is never the exact color I want it to be. I hate that my eye color looks grey all the time. I hate that I'm grey all the time. I hate grey skies. I hate not being able to see the stars. I hate popcorn ceilings. I hate dust and dusting. I hate wet food in the sink. I hate it when I catch you staring at my tits. I hate that you think you have me all figured out. I hate that I can't touch you. I hate that I will never figure you out. I hate how insecure my family makes me feel. I hate trying to impress people. I hate that you are so fucking loud and always trying to be the center of attention. I hate cracking my knuckles. I hate it when my foot falls asleep. I hate seeing how materialistic you've become. I hate seeing how materialistic the rest of the world has become. I hate that I can't concentrate when I try to read. I hate that I can't find anything else to love...
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