I HATE A HOUSE FULL OF PEOPLE.
I HATE  PEOPLE TALKING IN THE MIDDLE OF A SONG I AM LISTENING TO.
I HATE BEING PINGED WHEN I AM IN NO MOOD TO TALK.
I HATE TO BE THIS.
I HATE PEOPLE WHO TRY TO BE NICE TO ME.
I HATE WHEN MY MOTHER SMOTHERS ME.
I HATE PEOPLE READING MY BLOG-POST BEFORE I HAVE POSTED IT.
I HATE BEING NEGATIVE ABOUT EVRYTHING.
I HATE HAVING TO PLEASE PEOPLE.
I HATE BEING RUDE WHEN I JUST CAN'T HELP IT.
I HATE BEING
ALL THIS SURGES ME INTO REALITY.
I HATE THE REAL.
I JUST HATE IT.


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