I hate it when perfect strangers ask to be my family. I hate it when I don't get commented by people who look at my pictures everyday. I hate it when Im called cute. I hate it when Im unsatisfied. I hate it when people always assume Im not living my own life and EXPECT me to answer the phone. I hate it when insecure boys can't take me making out with my friends. I hate it when I'm out..and its no longer 420. I hate it when I have to stop kissing. I hate it when my gas tank is empty. I hate it when I have to let go of a great smelling man giving me a hug. I hate it when I come home and Im not alone. I hate it when my dad asks me every 2 seconds if I like a song from All That Jazz or 2001 A Space Odessy. I hate it when Im watching tv.. and a fucking CLOWN comes out of nowhere! They should have a warning label or something! I hate it when I look in my drawer full of broken toys. I hate it that I really have to go to bed right now. I hate it that I smoke cigarettes so much. I hate it that Im almost out of them. I hate it that Im writting a blog about things I hate... sooo.
