Hate is such a nasty word...

I hate pretending.

I hate when it's super windy.

I hate when people call the choices I make 'phases'.

I hate shrimp.

I hate being let down.

I hate doing laundry.

I hate being so clumsy.

I hate that my best friends are so far from me.

I hate labels.

I hate when people use me and I let them.

I hate being left out.

I hate leftovers.

I hate rap music that is demeaning and misogynist (which is most of it).

I hate the little freckle on my nose.

I hate that I don't know what my passion is.