What I really hate....

I really hate an animal or people staring me as if they were gonna eat me.
And I really hate people who can’t stare at me when they’re talking to me.

I really hate people who are telling lies and I hate myself for being a liar.

I really hate somebody who can’t stand on their own and I really hate those who are so liberated.

I really hate to love because I know that as the goes by they would hate me.

I really hate to commit into something because I know that someday I will start to hate them.

I really hate to believe in someone is saying not until they really did it.

I really hate seeing some people who would destroy my future because they are not worthy to spend any of my time.

I really hate to work, to work to somebody who doesn’t even know the real meaning of professionalism.

I really hate to be happy because I know that after that happiness there’s a great sadness that is waiting.

I really hate to be alone but I really needed someone to cry on right now.

I really hate this feeling of anger because I know that this wouldn’t bring any good to me now.

I really hate people who are blaming somebody for they don’t really know what is really happening.

I really hate being acknowledged because for sure they really don’t mean that.

I really hate being hated because I didn’t really know what’s wrong with me.

I really hate to put in a situation in where I already admitted that I was wrong and yet they keep on pounding me. (TAO LANG PO!)

And now I’m starting to hate myself because I know that in the first place this is really not the place where I should be.

I hate my life because it always gives me this confusion that I was just living to hate everything and to be hated by everything.

I just wish that I already made the right decision from that first place
I just wish I have someone to talk to because this hatred might kill me.