I hate the way I feel about things.
I hate the way that innocent, lovely things can just shred me to pieces.
I hate jealousy.
I hate emptiness.
I hate feeling worthless.
I hate being pathetic.
I hate not smiling.
I hate the fact that I have so many amazing people who love me, and who I love, yet I can feel so desperately alone around them.
I hate knowing it's never going to get better.
I hate hating it when they smile and I'm lost.
I hate isolating myself.
I hate being excluded.
I hate excluding myself.
I hate when I can't enjoy life, although there's so much of it to enjoy.
I hate hating myself.
I hate reacting the way I do inside sometimes.
I hate feeling hopeless.
I hate the way I feel empty most of the time.
I hate how I've always felt empty.
I hate the horrible thing my father did to leave, and I hate the repercussions it had on me.
I hate only feeling bitterness and anger when I think of my father.
I hate feeling shame when I think of myself.
I hate feeling like I'm trapped inside myself.
I hate feeling desperate.
I hate that I want to enable myself because I don't feel like I can fix anything.
I hate the sexual and psychological dysfunction I'm destined to have.
I hate that I have to maintain something that I've been cursed with.
I hate the shame that comes from it.
I hate looking into the future and seeing myself as someone I hate.
I hate my father.
I hate how empty I am.
I hate how fucked up I am.
I hate being alive sometimes.
I hate how I cut myself.
I hate how I feel like I deserve to be cut.
I hate the way it makes me cry because of the shame.
I hate missing my innocence.
I hate being filthy and wilting.
I hate how much I hate myself.
I hate the anxiety I have.
I hate not knowing who I am.
I hate being confused about my sexuality, even though I know it doesn't matter.
I hate that I'm triggered so easily.
I hate feeling sad.
I hate being led on.
I hate that every time I get attached to somebody, they leave me, even though it's due to circumstance.
I hate feeling sorry for myself.
I hate feeling like no one cares about me at all.
I hate feeling alone.
I hate not having someone I can fully commit myself to anymore, and who won't commit themselves to me.
I hate feeling like I'm a good person but no one notices.
I hate how weak I am.
I hate how cowardice I can be.
I hate that I even let other people's opinions of me affect me.
I hate that I'm not comfortable with myself physically.
I hate feeling like I'm in the wrong body.
I hate feeling disgusted with myself.
I hate wanting to kill myself.
I hate it when it just feels all wrong.
I hate it when I realize self-incongruences.
I hate that I feel wrapped up in shame most of the time.
I hate that I loose ambition.
I hate that I have great ideas that I never act on.
I hate that I'm lazy.
I hate how I will stop being friends with someone instead of working on maintaining the friendship.
I hate feeling predetermined.
I hate feeling stupid.
I hate how low I can get.
I hate how low I am right now...