I hate everything.

I hate my hair.

My hair color.

My length of hair.

My hair's texture.

I hate my eyes.

The size.

The color.

I hate my ideas.

I hate my theories.

I hate my estimations.

I hate my approximations and abbreviations.

I hate my goals.

I hate my life.

My past.

I hate my future.

My present doesn't really work.

I hate my everything.

I hate how my plans are busts.

I hate how I keep making plans.

I hate how animals shock the shit out of me, after not having seen one, or been in contact with one in a while.

I hate how people overwhelm me.

I hate being tired.

I hate being homeless.

I hate being jobless.

I hate being purposeless.

I hate not having anything as back-up.

I hate the truth about God.

I hate everything.

I hate how it's always too hot or too cold.

I hate how I get headaches.

I hate how I forget to eat sometimes, and I get sick.

I hate that I exist.

I hate that I have nowhere to go after this.

I hate that I really didn't have a reason for being here this long.

I hate that I don't know what to do.

I hate myself.

I hate myself.

I hate my life.

I hate my decisions.

I hate my existance.

My pointlessness.