anger

I hate being poor all the freaking time.

I hate this whole the world's ending crap.

I hate rich people.

I hate girls who instantly think they're "photographers" cuz they know photoshop and have an amazing camera.

I hate that America has so many lazy people.

I hate that there are illegals here roaming free when my mom fought to be here legally.

I hate that I can't visit my family in Rhode Island this summer.

I hate that I can never sleep.

I hate that my boyfriend sometimes has a life without me.

I hate that I feel that way.

I hate a lot.

It's making me sick. Literally.

I can't sleep from all this hate.

I hate that there's no one to talk to so late at night...

Because normal people sleep by now.

...

I hate that I'm not normal.