I hate the fact that I can’t smoke all the cigarettes in the world at once. you know just to get it over and done with.
I hate the fact that I am bored when I am supposed to be inspired.
I hate the fact that while I am sitting here. everybody else is having a blast – I’m sure!
I hate you for not being here with me
I hate Zina for always being so fucking profound. who really cares?
I hate the rule that says that when I start a new sentence I should write in capital letter – no fucking way José.
I do love the fact that I is in capital…
I hate all pretentious people in the world – including myself, when I get off track.
I hate the paddings in bras – that fake the true nature of our tits.
I hate when I cry over silly television shows.
I hate the fact that I have to leave this house after 3 days on the inside.
I hate the fact that I will have to meet people just because I need milk for my fucking coffee.
Zina – I know you love me. and hate all my hate lists. but really – what’s your problem? they are only there. as a shield against your smile.
