I hate many things, many people. I guess there's just so much anger in me, so it takes very little for me to start hating something or someone.

(Noun) Intense or passionate dislike

I hate it when people wake me up before I want to. I hate it when people accuse me of things I didn't do. I hate it when teachers give too many assignments. I hate it when the weather is too warm, too humid. I hate it when there are extra lessons. I hate it when I fall sick. I hate it when you don't notice me in corridors. I hate it even more when you don't say hi. I hate it when I don't have time to do my work. I hate it when I don't get enough sleep. I hate it when people are annoying. I hate it when people don't know when to shut up. I hate it when people look down on me. I hate it when I'm having a bad hair day. I hate it when I can't find the perfect clothes to wear. I hate it that my eyesight is really bad. I hate that I'm not pretty. I hate that I'm really fat. I hate a lot of things in life, but mostly I hate myself.

So now you know. As if it wasn't obvious from the very beginning. I despise my entire existence. I wish so badly that I could be perfect, or even close to it. It's rather impossible though. I wish I had a sharp nose. I wish I had a nice smile. I wish I had perfect eyesight. I wish I had lovely hair. I wish I were a little taller. I wish I were a lot skinnier and more toned. I wish I were fit. I wish I were braver. I wish I were smarter. I wish I were rich. I wish so many things, that'll never come true at all.

I'm gonna go do my Chemistry filing and sleep because I can't be bothered with life anymore.