I hate it when my friend doesn't listen to what I have to say about things I care about. Instead she tells me gossip about people I don't care about. When I try to say something, about Gorillaz for example, she says that she doesn't care and starts talking about her life and her problems and the people that annoy her in band.
I hate that I've listened about her obsessions for the 4 years I've known her and when I remotely mention Gorillaz, she cuts me off and it's back to her again. I believe that she's angry that she doesn't have complete control over the music I listen to anymore. She used to introduce me to all of the things I listened to. Now, I suggest music to her and she tells me to shut up. I have always taken her suggestions into account. I say "Hey, you might not HATE this song!" And she says "Is it by Gorillaz?" And I say "...yes..." And she immediately replies "Don't care."

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I hate that I feel sick when I read an article on the guy that 127 hours was based on yet I don't blink when I see a guy get a spear through his head in Troy. I wish it was the other way around.

I hate my health instructor. It ain't easy getting the "talk" from a guy that could just as easily be a creep.

Why's that? Could it be because you know he was a real person, whereas Troy is a largely fictional movie?

No, I was just using that as an example. I mean, it would be much less embarrassing to get sick and faint from actually seeing something gory like that rather than hearing about it. Like with yesterday, I walked into music and our teacher was telling us about how she had a piece of her jaw removed and a tooth pulled out which made me all hot and light headed but I'm pretty much okay with watching a science video with a camera looking inside someone.

They're all the same experiment over and over... If I have to do another memory task, I am going to cry.

I hate how my stepmom flips out at the drop of a hat. She says "Make sure you get the plastic off, as I'm removing the plastic off the frozen breakfast. Then she flips out when she see the breadbox on top of it, and yells at me. Simple enough, Yes, yes, fine, it's my fault, I tell her. I apologize. But for the next hour she's yelling about it, decides that I'm not going over to my friend's house (Which I kinda have to, we have a project we need to do), and questions every little thing I do to see if she can point out that I'm doing it wrong.

This happens on a daily basis, with different variables.

That is exactly how my mother is.

Dad! You're the coolest guy I know! Y U REMARRY PSYCHO WOMAN

I hate how red lipstick smears. It gets everywhere.
That's why I eat with chopsticks.

Whenever I wear lipstick....I think I've said too much.

I hate confusion.

I hate Error 503, which I'm seeing more frequently now.

Me too.

I hate it when people complain about their shitty high-speed internet. I HAVE DIAL-UP! It's not even considered internet to some people. xD

I hate having a cold butt.

I hate it when I start talking to myself.

I hate when I get something on my glasses. It's like a floating smudge until I can clean them.

I hate that, too. I usually have my eye glass cleaner with me, though. That is, when I have glasses. I'm quite obsessive about keeping my glasses clean.

I hate my brain sometimes.

I really fucking hate when someone says something similar to, "I'm sorry you were offended by my opinion on the matter."
An apology allows one to take responsibility for their own actions. Bah.

There's a difference between "I apologise" and "I'm sorry."

Yes, but when I told her what she did, she said, "You're a fucking cunt! I apologized, and you pick that apart!?"
It was her apology.

I hate the Heartless type known as Hot Rod from Kingdom Hearts 2. They hurt me inside, and makes me want to die in a fire.

I hate it when my sworn enemies try to friend me on FB. It makes me want to boil brains ad throw them at people/