But

I hate raindrops on my head.
I hate being visually impaired.
I hate falling sick.
I hate cafes and coffeeplaces having so limited smoking tables.
I hate the prices of cigarettes.
I hate that my younger dog chews up everything.
I hate queueing at the ATMs.
I hate the gym when it's crowded.
I hate the dark.
I hate being afraid of the dark.
I hate people who rush into lifts before I can even get out.
I hate being lost.
I hate self-doubt.
I hate that nobody's ever home anymore.
I hate being scared.
I hate when my internet doesn't work.
I hate that the volume buttons on my laptop are a little faulty.
I hate not being able to go crazy when I want.
I hate being bitter.
I hate not getting my way.
I hate pimples.
I hate rashes and hives.
I hate allergies.
I hate injections.
I hate the neighbour who plays the damn piano every Sunday morning at 9am.
I hate waking up.
I hate waking up in tears.
I hate bad dreams.
I hate being late (which is almost everytime).
I hate the flowers dying.
I hate having to rush around.
I hate being stubborn.
I hate when I feel helpless.
I hate myself.
But