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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