I hate

• being late.
• waiting.
• the sound of the water dripping down from the ceiling.
• telling a lie.
• not hearing properly.
• bitchy people.
• snobbishness.
• awkwardness.
• not knowing what to say.
• not knowing what to do.
• being anxious.
• messiness.
• stinky smells.
• inconsiderate people.
• people who never smile back.
• wars.
• politics.
• the banging of doors late night in the flat.
• the shouts and screams of those stupid drunkards.
• people using my spoon and cloth in the kitchen.
• people who leave their stupid crumbs and dirty dishes and leftovers in the kitchen.
• going out late night in UK.
• rushing towards something.
• being lazy.
• being ignorant.
• the loud knock on the door outside.
• low batteries.
• being let down.
• being lied to.
• being forgotten.
• the too cold water tap.
• the too hot water tap.
• the library when the computer labs are always full when you need it.
• rudeness.
• being stared at.
• being followed.
• my self-conciousness.
• being paranoid.
• being prejudice.
• the sun when its too hot.
• the wind when its too strong.
• the rain when its too heavy.
• people who takes advantage over my compassion and offer of friendship.
• being weak.

But most of all…I hate…hate itself.

Ida