A Wee Bit Upset...

I hate being confused, no I hate not knowing what's next in life.
I hate not knowing what someone thinks about me yet they take some type of interest in me.
I hate not knowing the truth about ones feelings.
I hate being a part of a facade without knowing it.
I hate being lied to.
I hate listening and when I talk no one listens.
I hate being asked for advice only to see someone fall to the same bullshit I told them NOT to do.
I hate having to say I told you so.
I hate having to hear I told you so.
I hate that I'm a stranger to some that consider themselves close to me.
I hate that it's not my fault.
I hate that there are only 24 hours in a day
I hate that it feels like only 3 of them belong to me.
I hate not being able to just leave my past alone
I hate being reminded of the past.
I hate rehashing the past to save my future.
I hate people who really slow down at yellow lights.
I hate that I don't go to church as much as I need to.
I hate that the news doesn't just tell the fucking news
I hate that cell phones can be a gift and a curse
I hate that I wake up trying to figure out how to make my woman happy
I hate that I have to figure that out 8 states away.
I hate when people don't understand when I have a problem
I hate it when they expect me to understand theirs
I hate it even more when they get upset when I don't understand
I hate it when the things that are small to me are big to others
I hate it when those things have nothing to do with those others
I hate answering the same question twice
I hate when people get mad like I was really going to change my answer
I hate bullshit
I hate not being able to hit the court when I want
I hate not being able to fly when I want
I hate having to work a full year before vacation
I hate having to tell this to K*
I hate keeping secrets that aren't really secrets
I hate when others use my words for weapons
I hate when I'm not there to use them myself
I hate to lose
I hate losing to losers
I hate when people look at me at red lights
I hate looking back and they seem to wonder if I have a problem
I hate that I didn't finish school yet
I hate that everyone expected me to
I hate that everyone expected me to do so much
I hate that it wasn't for me either
I hate feeling like I have to type this type of blog
I hate that I'm pissed off and don't know why
I hate that you notice that
I hate alot of things....

but ask anyone

I can be such a lovable person

I'm out be cool
Da Champ