I hate the cold wheather, I hate the screaming children, I hate the sound of the car in the middle of the night, I hate the tomato in my dish, I hate the clown, I hate the liars, I hate waking up from a nice dream, I hate putting cold spoon in my mouth, I hate not having the time for myself, I hate how my hair touch the back of my neck in night, I hate sleeping in hot wheather, I hate the 15 minutes commercial before the movie start, I hate the smell of my feet, I hate wearing socks, I hate falling asleep in public transportation, I hate people push me around, I hate it when I though the coffee was okay to drink but then it burned my tongue, I hate being in the cold alone, I hate being alone, I hate sharing my favorite food, I hate the idea of falling inlove, I hate my eye bag, I hate myself for forgiving people so easily, I hate faking my smile, I hate it when my back bone aernt allowing me to sleep, I hate it when the toilet sit went up everytime I want to use it, I hate waking up in the middle of the night hungry, I hate waking up in the middle of the night crying, I hate my insomnia, I hate my armpit smell, I hate when we're not talking, I hate when my food drops, I hate wasting my money on clothes, I hate having hiccups, I hate the fact that I like you but I cannot have you or even let you know about it. I hate being the first one to start, I hate heels. I hate it, everything, all of it, whole nine yard of it.
I can never hate more than being alone but I rather be alone than being with you! I hate being sleepy at the wrong time, I hate it. For some reason I hate you. I hate that the fact we shared so many stuff but you bail on me.You betrayed me. You have my trust and you crush it down. You left me haggin. You almost put tear to my cheek. You look at me different lately. I wonder sometimes, did I did something mischief. Something so bad that you lefted. All these question running throught my head, linger around my brain and occupied every nerve and limbs in my body. Somehow hating you making me hating myself. Now I hate the whole nine yard about you. Again I hate myself for forgiving people so easily. I hate myself sometimes. All the time. But in the end your presence and the fact that you are not here right now made me realise. That every meetings has it's end. Has it's goodbye. You left not because you wanted. But becauseyou have to. I love the whole nine yard of you.
