i hate stumbling along, with no real purpose.
i hate being so dependent.
i hate your accusing eyes, filled with disgust.
i hate waiting.
i hate not knowing.
i hate the distrust.
i hate the invasion of privacy.
i hate the lack of ability to create.
i hate the lack of self control.
i hate the jeers and
i hate the sneers.
i hate not being good enough.
i hate not even being almost there.
i hate that i can't speak.
i hate.