I hate.

I hate every car on the road I'm not in.

I hate every street sign telling me direction I already know.

I hate it when adults talk about how certain people have "ruined their lives because of drugs".

I hate that I still get scared.

I hate that certain things don't scare me anymore.

I hate that I haven't done anything or gotten anywhere in my life.

I hate that I can't be happy with what I have.

I hate it when I think horrible things and am not even bothered.

I hate the way I convey emotions.

I hate not being emotional and then being very emotional.

I hate the word emotional and ever bit of context that could possibly be associated with it.

I hate people like me.

I hate it when people say "you can do whatever you want in life" because you can't.

I hate the way people organize themselves.

I hate how hypocritical I have become.

I hate writing this and things like it.

I would hate myself if I never wrote this and things like it (maybe).

I hate that most of these things are lies.

I hate knowing people's names that don't know mine.

I hate thinking about how little I have ever done.

I hate being a different person.

I hate the idea of "being yourself" even though I agree with it.

I hate how dumb this sounds.

I hate that people will put more emphasis on the last line of this.