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I love the way sun looks when it hits water.
I love Calvin, and Jesse, and my other retarded men characters.
I love sun in general
I love pools.
I love the forest.
I love the smell of laundry detergent.
I love how this list sounds so ridiculously stupid, I'm going to stop saying things I love.

I hate traffic.
I hate my uncle.
I hate the word HIPSTER.
I hate that I don't even know what hipster is.
I hat tumblr.
I hate having no time to type.
I hate that friend that nags me because I have no time to type.
I hate hat I love her anyway.
I hate that im stealing someone's idea, it just sounded fun.
I hate that ridiculous lists are fun.
I hate the word ridiculous, and how often I say it every day. Habits.
I hate habits. They bother me.
I hate that all my online time is spent on DA and Farmville.
I hate how I type bead because of how my ADHD brain goes faster than my fingers.
I hate how people think ADHD is a disability. It's a blessing, bitch.
I hate how I love to cuss.
I hate how my mother doesn't love e it when I cuss.
I hate my mother sometimes.
Only sometimes.
I hate that my father gets upset about war things because he was in the war.
I hate it when animals die.
I hate that sad ASPCA commercial.
I hate the song stuck in my head.
I hate that I cant sit still in class. My teachers hate me.
I hate that people don't love my outrageous personality.
I hate when my guy friend wants to know something about me, but doesn't have the balls to ask me himself, so he asks my other friend.
I hate how awkward it's gonna be when he reads that because he knows exactly who im talking about.
I hate my bad grammer.
I hate stuck up people. And preps.
I hate that I love glee.
I hate that I cant spell grammer.
I hate that movie stars are never who you think they are.
I hate that my cat's got an infected foot.
I hate chopping up fish.
I hate things that don't make sense.
I hate irrational fears. They're annoying.
I hate that im to prideful to tell anyone my one fear.
I hate that I am prideful.
I hate that this is so long.
I love you if your still reading.
I hate that I just broke the hate cycle with that last one. But I really do.
I hate when auto-correct subs-in the wrong word.
I hate that its only 10:49.
I hate that I cant sleep.
I hate that I cant do a cartwheel.
I hate how pathetic it is that I just recently acquired the ability to touch my toes.
I hate how im so much more athletic than everyone in my school.
I hate that softball season is over.
I hate that my dad is at my half-brother's (whom I am close to like a real brother) wedding and I wasn't invited. Stupid dad's side of the family.
I hate that I will spend fathers day alone.
I hate that mom's birthday is Saturday and I cant find any blank paper to even make her a card
I hate that no one will hire a thirteen year old.
I hate that I am not tall.
I hate that I even want a job. But I do.
I hate how the only thing in this list I haven't misspelled is the word 'hate'.
I hate how the left-click on my laptop's touch pad is broke, making it impossible to play halo.
I hate that my brother beat that game in 4 days, and Ive been playing for months.
I hate having no time for video games.
I hate having no extra time, yet I have no life.
I hate that my escape key is broke.
I hate being a loser.
I hate feeling alone.
I hate cutting my fingers when I cook.
I hate that theres a cat sitting on my keyboard. A very cute cat, though.
I hate felling ashamed.
I hate how much I worry.
I hate having no self confidence.
I hate being a coward.
I hate having to put on a brave face for the world when im really very afraid on the inside.
I hate how my mother is currently telling me to get off the computer.
I hate how my foot currently itches.
I hate how it's 11:00.
I hate how im still not tired but my fingers are.
I hate how friggn fuzzy this cats iss. I cantt see my screen!
I hate how im to lazy to correct that sentence.
I hate how this guy fell off a mountain and died today.
I hate howi m watching the news like I do every day.
I hate waking up at6 in the morning even though there's nowhere to go.
I hate missing my best friend because she's in another state.
I hate having to correctmistakes.
I hate making mistakes.
I hate saying sorry.
I hate how it's easier to ask permission then to say sorry, yet I always end up apologizing.
I hate how I can do nothing right.
I hate how my dog and my cat always fight, but everyone else gets along.
I hate nomads.
I hate that gypsies are the same thing as nomads, but I love them.
I hate my mom bitching at me because I never finish typing a story.
I hate how nice my mom is. I can't stay mad at her.
I hate guy friends trying to one up me.
I hate that the only two guy friend related hate-comments have been directed at the same guy.
I hate that I still love this guy.
I hate being the only one of my friends who has never had a boyfriend.
I hate dreaming about someone I don't know.
Yet.
I hate how im leaving my middle school and all my amazing teachers.
I hate how there's only one I'll truly miss. Bye, Mr.Follas, Best Orchestra teacher ever, three years in a row.
I hate how I never get in touch with old friends.
I hat feeling guilty.
I hate that its 11:17 and I really want to sleep, but still am not tired.
I hate that this list could go on forever.
I hate my obsession with things that have sentimental meaning.
I hate my obsession with Lord of the Rings. Wait, no I don't.
I do hate that I never read the books. Plan to change that this summer.
I hate being clumsy.
I hate dropping everything.
I hate how people think it's weird that I find reading and sleeping in trees enjoyable.
I hate crying in front of other people. Comment if you've never seen me cry. It will make me feel good.
I hate the cramp in my neck.
I hate my love for typing. And Chinese food.
I hate the thought that I will one day get fat.
I hate when people try to make you feel better and wind up making it worse.
I hate depression.
I hate drugs and all the people in my family that do them.
I hate it when people don't get me.
I hate calamari. It's slimy.
I hate that no one likes baked beans. I like cooking them.
I hate that this is page five in Microsoft word.
I hate how I washed my hair three hours ago, and its still not dry. Stupid thick hair.
I hate how when my hair looks beautiful, it makes up for the 364 days a year it doesn't.
I hate that my brother tried to grow his hair out.
I hate that I had to ask how many days are in a year.
Its eleven twenty-six.
Or, 11:26.
I hate clocks. They remind me that im late.
I hate that im always late.
I hate that theirs no one to bike ride with. stupid non-bike riding friends.
I hate that when I typed that statement, I forgot Kirby, who can ride bikes. Sorry Kirby.
I hate I just called my friends stupid because they cant bike ride.
I hate that time when I'm so tired I cant think, but I can't sleep.
I hate that time is right now.
I hate that this is actually page six.
I hate cleaning fish.
I hate having to clean fish because mom caught the fish.
I hate being horrible at fishing while my mom practically looks at the water and the fish jump in her bucket.
I hate how bad of a drawer I am.
I hate when people tell me im beautiful.
I don't quite know how to respond.
I hate how I LOVE having my picture taken, but I'll never ask.
I hate how my camera is currently lost. Comment if you've lost something.
Hate being cold in the summer.
I hate being hungry all the time. And is not like I'm underfed.
PAGE GODS-DAMNED SEVEN.
Like the seven deadly sins.
I hate that I cant name those sins.
I hate that I just looked them up(Pride, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Wrath)
I hate that I am Pride.
I hate that I know who Amadeus is.
I hate the ending on the Hunger Games trilogy. But the books are great.
I hate divulging secrets via e-mail. But I do because I never see my friends.
I hate when people say what they're doing, then say 'Text it!'
I hate how addicted I am to the random beardedness of twitter.
Luv you guys if you actually finished this,

Wolfie.

P.S- I hate how ridiculously weird my nickname is. Damn it all, I used ridiculous again. This is ridiculous.

P.P.S- I hate knowing what P.S. means.
P.P.P.S- I know so much random shit that no one cares about. It means 'Postal Service"

Description
I love the way sun looks when it hits water.
I love Calvin, and Jesse, and my other retarded men characters.
I love sun in general
I love pools.
I love the forest.
I love the smell of laundry detergent.
I love how this list sounds so ridiculously stupid, I'm going to stop saying things I love.

I hate traffic.
I hate my uncle.
I hate the word HIPSTER.
I hate that I don't even know what hipster is.
I hat tumblr.
I hate having no time to type.
I hate that friend that nags me because I have no time to type.
I hate hat I love her anyway.
I hate that im stealing someone's idea, it just sounded fun.
I hate that ridiculous lists are fun.
I hate the word ridiculous, and how often I say it every day. Habits.
I hate habits. They bother me.
I hate that all my online time is spent on DA and Farmville.
I hate how I type bead because of how my ADHD brain goes faster than my fingers.
I hate how people think ADHD is a disability. It's a blessing, bitch.
I hate how I love to cuss.
I hate how my mother doesn't love e it when I cuss.
I hate my mother sometimes.
Only sometimes.
I hate that my father gets upset about war things because he was in the war.
I hate it when animals die.
I hate that sad ASPCA commercial.
I hate the song stuck in my head.
I hate that I cant sit still in class. My teachers hate me.
I hate that people don't love my outrageous personality.
I hate when my guy friend wants to know something about me, but doesn't have the balls to ask me himself, so he asks my other friend.
I hate how awkward it's gonna be when he reads that because he knows exactly who im talking about.
I hate my bad grammer.
I hate stuck up people. And preps.
I hate that I love glee.
I hate that I cant spell grammer.
I hate that movie stars are never who you think they are.
I hate that my cat's got an infected foot.
I hate chopping up fish.
I hate things that don't make sense.
I hate irrational fears. They're annoying.
I hate that im to prideful to tell anyone my one fear.
I hate that I am prideful.
I hate that this is so long.
I love you if your still reading.
I hate that I just broke the hate cycle with that last one. But I really do.
I hate when auto-correct subs-in the wrong word.
I hate that its only 10:49.
I hate that I cant sleep.
I hate that I cant do a cartwheel.
I hate how pathetic it is that I just recently acquired the ability to touch my toes.
I hate how im so much more athletic than everyone in my school.
I hate that softball season is over.
I hate that my dad is at my half-brother's (whom I am close to like a real brother) wedding and I wasn't invited. Stupid dad's side of the family.
I hate that I will spend fathers day alone.
I hate that mom's birthday is Saturday and I cant find any blank paper to even make her a card
I hate that no one will hire a thirteen year old.
I hate that I am not tall.
I hate that I even want a job. But I do.
I hate how the only thing in this list I haven't misspelled is the word 'hate'.
I hate how the left-click on my laptop's touch pad is broke, making it impossible to play halo.
I hate that my brother beat that game in 4 days, and Ive been playing for months.
I hate having no time for video games.
I hate having no extra time, yet I have no life.
I hate that my escape key is broke.
I hate being a loser.
I hate feeling alone.
I hate cutting my fingers when I cook.
I hate that theres a cat sitting on my keyboard. A very cute cat, though.
I hate felling ashamed.
I hate how much I worry.
I hate having no self confidence.
I hate being a coward.
I hate having to put on a brave face for the world when im really very afraid on the inside.
I hate how my mother is currently telling me to get off the computer.
I hate how my foot currently itches.
I hate how it's 11:00.
I hate how im still not tired but my fingers are.
I hate how friggn fuzzy this cats iss. I cantt see my screen!
I hate how im to lazy to correct that sentence.
I hate how this guy fell off a mountain and died today.
I hate howi m watching the news like I do every day.
I hate waking up at6 in the morning even though there's nowhere to go.
I hate missing my best friend because she's in another state.
I hate having to correctmistakes.
I hate making mistakes.
I hate saying sorry.
I hate how it's easier to ask permission then to say sorry, yet I always end up apologizing.
I hate how I can do nothing right.
I hate how my dog and my cat always fight, but everyone else gets along.
I hate nomads.
I hate that gypsies are the same thing as nomads, but I love them.
I hate my mom bitching at me because I never finish typing a story.
I hate how nice my mom is. I can't stay mad at her.
I hate guy friends trying to one up me.
I hate that the only two guy friend related hate-comments have been directed at the same guy.
I hate that I still love this guy.
I hate being the only one of my friends who has never had a boyfriend.
I hate dreaming about someone I don't know.
Yet.
I hate how im leaving my middle school and all my amazing teachers.
I hate how there's only one I'll truly miss. Bye, Mr.Follas, Best Orchestra teacher ever, three years in a row.
I hate how I never get in touch with old friends.
I hat feeling guilty.
I hate that its 11:17 and I really want to sleep, but still am not tired.
I hate that this list could go on forever.
I hate my obsession with things that have sentimental meaning.
I hate my obsession with Lord of the Rings. Wait, no I don't.
I do hate that I never read the books. Plan to change that this summer.
I hate being clumsy.
I hate dropping everything.
I hate how people think it's weird that I find reading and sleeping in trees enjoyable.
I hate crying in front of other people. Comment if you've never seen me cry. It will make me feel good.
I hate the cramp in my neck.
I hate my love for typing. And Chinese food.
I hate the thought that I will one day get fat.
I hate when people try to make you feel better and wind up making it worse.
I hate depression.
I hate drugs and all the people in my family that do them.
I hate it when people don't get me.
I hate calamari. It's slimy.
I hate that no one likes baked beans. I like cooking them.
I hate that this is page five in Microsoft word.
I hate how I washed my hair three hours ago, and its still not dry. Stupid thick hair.
I hate how when my hair looks beautiful, it makes up for the 364 days a year it doesn't.
I hate that my brother tried to grow his hair out.
I hate that I had to ask how many days are in a year.
Its eleven twenty-six.
Or, 11:26.
I hate clocks. They remind me that im late.
I hate that im always late.
I hate that theirs no one to bike ride with. stupid non-bike riding friends.
I hate that when I typed that statement, I forgot Kirby, who can ride bikes. Sorry Kirby.
I hate I just called my friends stupid because they cant bike ride.
I hate that time when I'm so tired I cant think, but I can't sleep.
I hate that time is right now.
I hate that this is actually page six.
I hate cleaning fish.
I hate having to clean fish because mom caught the fish.
I hate being horrible at fishing while my mom practically looks at the water and the fish jump in her bucket.
I hate how bad of a drawer I am.
I hate when people tell me im beautiful.
I don't quite know how to respond.
I hate how I LOVE having my picture taken, but I'll never ask.
I hate how my camera is currently lost. Comment if you've lost something.
Hate being cold in the summer.
I hate being hungry all the time. And is not like I'm underfed.
PAGE GODS-DAMNED SEVEN.
Like the seven deadly sins.
I hate that I cant name those sins.
I hate that I just looked them up(Pride, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Wrath)
I hate that I am Pride.
I hate that I know who Amadeus is.
I hate the ending on the Hunger Games trilogy. But the books are great.
I hate divulging secrets via e-mail. But I do because I never see my friends.
I hate when people say what they're doing, then say 'Text it!'
I hate how addicted I am to the random beardedness of twitter.
Luv you guys if you actually finished this,

Wolfie.

P.S- I hate how ridiculously weird my nickname is. Damn it all, I used ridiculous again. This is ridiculous.

P.P.S- I hate knowing what P.S. means.
P.P.P.S- I know so much random shit that no one cares about. It means 'Postal Service"