I hate actors who seem genuine.
I hate my ex girlfriend, though she's feminine.
I hate the singer with the denim shit.
I hate that hospital in Texas.
I hate the rapper in the Lexus.
I hate the pills I ate for breakfast.
I hate everyone.
I guess that everyone includes me, and that's why I'm a humanist.

I hate my brother for playing World of Warcraft. I hate my dog for being so hyper. I hate my cat for hating me. I hate the kids at school for ignorantly judging me. I hate myself for letting them. I hate my dad for dying. I hate the fucktard who got in the fucking car and decided to drive. I hate teenagers for trashing their lives. I hate the kid from Beal who gave his life for meth. I hate his acquaintances for not learning from his mistake. I hate my former best friend for being such a jerk. I hate my face for being so disgustingly shaped. I hate time for passsing so quickly. I hate papers for being so time consuming and boring. I hate myself for never sleeping anymore. I hate myself for a lot of things. I hate a lot of things.

...on opposite day.

I don't actually hate everything. I am not angry.

I luhh you gurl?