I hate the government
I hate how I can’t marry my love
I hate how we get told were wrong
I hate how the world sees us differently
I hate people
I hate how they look at me
I hate how people call me fat and ugly
I hate how they laugh at me
I hate cell phones
I hate how I sent 1 picture to my boyfriend
I hate how he showed it everyone
I hate how they all call me a slut now
I hate cars
I hate how fast they go
I hate how anyone can drive one
I hate how my mom died in one
I hate celebrities
I hate how much money they have
I hate how they complain
I hate how I poor I am
I hate my boyfriend
I hate how he points out all my flaws
I hate how he hits me
I hate how he makes me cry
I hate myself
I hate how ugly I am
I hate how stupid I am
I hate how everyone sees my cuts
I hate love
I hate how she doesn’t talk to me
I hate how she sees right through me
I hate how she doesn’t even know I exist
I hate medicine
I hate how it makes me lose my hair
I hate how if I don’t I could die
I hate how sick I always am
I hate school
I hate how I can’t pass anything
I hate how the teachers always blame me
I hate how I always have detention
I hate my dad
I hate how he drinks all the time
I hate how he beats me
I hate how nobody cares
I hate kids
I hate how they talk all the time
I hate how they laugh at anything
I hate how the only one I had died
I hate life
I hate how nothing ever goes right
I hate how everyone loses
I hate how I ended mine
I hate test
I hate how I have to sit here and wait
I hate how I don’t know yet
I hate how it came back positive
I hate shoes
I hate how they hit the ground when people walk
I hate how everyone looks in them
I hate how I can’t walk
I hate him
I hate how he lies to me
I hate how he cheats on all the time
I hate how I always forgive him
I hate her
I hate how he stares at her
I hate how she talks about him behind his back
I hate how much she doesn’t deserve him
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Beautiful words describing a passion of untold fury... I quite find it unique, and honor and respect your individuality.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "