Day 32: I don't know what to talk about so...

Here's a list of the things I hate:
I hate bitches.

I hate ugly bitches especially.

I hate poptarts.

I hate stupid people.

I hate fat people who complain about being fat but then go eat their weight in ice cream.

I hate having my period and the only thing that we have in the house are those thick diaper like pads.

I hate chocolate ice cream.

I hate whores.

I hate ugly whores.

I hate ugly whores who think they can be bitches and people will still like them.

I hate when there isn't any cherry coke in the soda machine.

I hate when people have sex in a movie that you are watching with your parents.

I hate when I stub my toe.

I hate when people swear at me for swearing.

I hate that I don't have an appartment yet.

I hate that I'm bad at saving money.

I hate that I'm brain disabled when it comes to make up.

I hate cancer.

I hate racism.

I hate gay discrimination.

I hate that we all just can't be friends.

I hate the color orange.

I hate that my favorite shoes are becoming worn out.

I hate when adults behave like children.

I hate when my hair gets all knotty.

I hate that people kill people.

I hate that someone dies everyday.

I hate malpractice.

I hate misdiagnosis.

I hate needles.

I hate the smell of hospitals.

I hate the Good Samaritan Hospital.

I hate that I live in a country where it takes three rings for 911 to answer the phone.

I hate bad drivers.

I hate people who text and drive.

I hate bad parenting.

I hate teen moms that don't take care of their babies.

I hate that good teen mothers still get treated like crap just because people stereotype them as weed smoking drunkards.

I hate waiting.

I hate being apart from Max.

I hate spiders.

I hate that place I can't scratch on my back.

I hate that it always gets itchy.

I hate that I have so many things to hate.