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I hate that I can't decide whether my house is my home or not.
I hate that I'm so bad at persuasive arguments that the one I was writing for class was described as 'hitting them about the shins until they see it your way'.
I hate that I get so annoyed about small things but always let the big things go.
I hate that I can't understand text talk but can understand l33t sp3ak fine.
I hate that I can't go to really big conventions because I don't feel safe going alone and am to considerit to drag my parents along to something they wouldn't like.
I hate that I have no back bone.
I hate that my mom won't let me cut my hair.
I hate that my since of honor won't let me break promises.
I hate that I make promises in the first place.
I hate that I'm so reliant on people.
I hate that I don't want to allow myself to rely on other people.
I hate the state my house is in.
I hate that I allowed it to get that way.
I hate that I have no space but keep wanting more things.
I hate that everything is so expensive.
I hate being in love with two people and refuse to pick ether of them.
I hate that I'm ranting.
I hate that I'm allowing myself to rant.
I hate that I have to explain the phrase 'that is most'.
I hate that I brought that up again.
I hate that people come to me for help when I can barely help myself.
I hate when people complement something that I've done but don't like.
I have that I'm so easy to manipulate.
I have that I can't argue persuasively but still try.
I hate that my friends argue with each other.
I hate that I can't stop them.
I have that I throw around death threats that have no meaning.
I hate that I can't keep a grudge.
I hate when I forget something important.
I hate when someone reminds me.
I hate when a good story idea refuses to be written.
I hate the people who walk around proud in costumes that they didn't make.
I hate that I'm one of those people.
I hate people who quit.
I hate that I'm a hypocrite.
I hate not being able to explain.
I hate the split vision I have of the world; that everything is wonderful and pretty, and that everyone is a terrible person underneath all of it.
I hate when people say I'm nice or innocent. It makes me feel like I can't change.
I hate how long this list is even though I say 'I don't hate anything'.
I hate how confusing my life got after the age of four.
I hate that my perspective is shaded with kin colored glasses.
I hate that wanting expensive stuff makes me feel greedy even after I'm told that I'm not greedy.
I hate that I take what people say at face value, with the exception of complement to me of my work.
I hate my ability to accept what I have as good enough but still want more.
I hate that I don't care about TV but get annoyed whenever the topic of media goes over my head.
I hate that I can do a lot with my hands but I never see it as impressive when compared to others.
I hate admitting that I'm human because it means that I'm related to my relations.
I hate that I defend my parents.
I hate that I have nowhere to run to and that my pride won't let me run away.
I hate that I'm afraid when people yell in a mean fashion around me (doesn't even have to be at me).
I hate that I hate humans and love them at the same time for the reason of being human.
I hate that I'm so contradictory.
I hate me.

Description
I hate that I can't decide whether my house is my home or not.
I hate that I'm so bad at persuasive arguments that the one I was writing for class was described as 'hitting them about the shins until they see it your way'.
I hate that I get so annoyed about small things but always let the big things go.
I hate that I can't understand text talk but can understand l33t sp3ak fine.
I hate that I can't go to really big conventions because I don't feel safe going alone and am to considerit to drag my parents along to something they wouldn't like.
I hate that I have no back bone.
I hate that my mom won't let me cut my hair.
I hate that my since of honor won't let me break promises.
I hate that I make promises in the first place.
I hate that I'm so reliant on people.
I hate that I don't want to allow myself to rely on other people.
I hate the state my house is in.
I hate that I allowed it to get that way.
I hate that I have no space but keep wanting more things.
I hate that everything is so expensive.
I hate being in love with two people and refuse to pick ether of them.
I hate that I'm ranting.
I hate that I'm allowing myself to rant.
I hate that I have to explain the phrase 'that is most'.
I hate that I brought that up again.
I hate that people come to me for help when I can barely help myself.
I hate when people complement something that I've done but don't like.
I have that I'm so easy to manipulate.
I have that I can't argue persuasively but still try.
I hate that my friends argue with each other.
I hate that I can't stop them.
I have that I throw around death threats that have no meaning.
I hate that I can't keep a grudge.
I hate when I forget something important.
I hate when someone reminds me.
I hate when a good story idea refuses to be written.
I hate the people who walk around proud in costumes that they didn't make.
I hate that I'm one of those people.
I hate people who quit.
I hate that I'm a hypocrite.
I hate not being able to explain.
I hate the split vision I have of the world; that everything is wonderful and pretty, and that everyone is a terrible person underneath all of it.
I hate when people say I'm nice or innocent. It makes me feel like I can't change.
I hate how long this list is even though I say 'I don't hate anything'.
I hate how confusing my life got after the age of four.
I hate that my perspective is shaded with kin colored glasses.
I hate that wanting expensive stuff makes me feel greedy even after I'm told that I'm not greedy.
I hate that I take what people say at face value, with the exception of complement to me of my work.
I hate my ability to accept what I have as good enough but still want more.
I hate that I don't care about TV but get annoyed whenever the topic of media goes over my head.
I hate that I can do a lot with my hands but I never see it as impressive when compared to others.
I hate admitting that I'm human because it means that I'm related to my relations.
I hate that I defend my parents.
I hate that I have nowhere to run to and that my pride won't let me run away.
I hate that I'm afraid when people yell in a mean fashion around me (doesn't even have to be at me).
I hate that I hate humans and love them at the same time for the reason of being human.
I hate that I'm so contradictory.
I hate me.