I hate this year.
I hate who I've become.
I hate that I don't have a best friend.
I hate that I'm lazy.
I hate that I procrastinate.
I hate that no matter what I do, I can't force myself to actually try in school.
I hate that I can't apologize.
I hate that I'm a bitch sometimes.
I hate that everytime I've tried something new this year, I've failed.
I hate my lack of motivation.
I hate how I can't seem to resist talking about that one friend behind her back.
I hate that I'm always making excuses.
I hate that I'm not my own advocate often enough.
I hate that I'm always late.
I hate that I don't have the guts to ask a guy out.
I hate that I always say stupid/awkward things.
I hate how I treat people sometimes.
I hate that I can't seem to talk to people about my problems.
I hate that I always fall for the wrong guys.
I hate that people are rude.
I hate that I'm so loud, and I hate when people don't believe that I can't help it.
I hate that I make a terrible first impression.
I hate that when I feel awkward I get loud and eat a lot.
I hate that I'm always putting things off.
I hate when I'm two-faced.
I hate that I have so many regrets.
I hate that I live in the past and the future, but never the present.
I hate that I can't let things go.
I hate that I'm always wishing I were someone else.
I hate how critical I am.
I hate my low self-esteem.
I hate writer's block.
I hate how picky I am.
I hate death.
I hate when bad things happen to good people.
I hate when people mix corn with other food.
I hate that I can't use the advice I give to other people on myself.
I hate that people think just because I'm loud I can't keep a secret.
I hate how judgemental people are.
I hate that I rarely cry.
I hate that I never tell people how I really feel.
Ah, yes, that really did sound incredibly emo. To make up for it, I promise my next post will include a few things I like about myself. In all honesty though, that was quite therapeutic.
