of things hateful and unpleasant

The things I hate

I hate that I don't want to go to sleep because I don't want to have to wake up the following day because I feel that said day would be just as pointless and useless as all the others preceding it.

I hate that I hate going to class because I actually do like learning, and these feelings are distracting me from that.

I hate that I hate going home almost as much as I do going to class, because going home is supposed to be something you look forward to at the end of the day, not dread.

I hate that my mother thinks I'm a cynic, and that she's probably right, because it's not fun to have thought up a lot of reasons why something is wrong before coming up with one thing saying it's right.

I hate that I think that the best conversations I've ever had was with my cat.

I hate that I'm looking for love in all the wrong places, and continuing to do so even knowing that.

I hate that I'm hating these things, instead of doing something to change the situation.

I hate that I don't care.





So open up the book that you keep deep inside
Let the pages yellow in the sun
Show them that you're not afraid to let them see
How far you can be From home

Why you gotta be so mean to me
Why you gotta drag me down just to make me see
You know I don't listen good and I'm always in need
So why you gotta be so fucking mean to me