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» Monday, December 14, 2009 / -7:13 AM

I hate it when..

I hate it when people make the situation seem a lot worse than what it's suppose to be.

Then the put the blame on others.

For example, one of the most insensitive guys in the world, Alvin. He knows what he did before.

I hate it when people criticise me, while eating EVERYTHING I bought home, leaving none for me. Both dad and his wife were saying how lazy I am for cleaning up after myself because I didn't make my bed.

I hate it when a friend kind of stabs you right through your soul, impaling you. A few years back, when Tiffany was telling me that she's going out with that butt, my other friends were there as well. One of them was comforting me, kind of, by saying "You should be happy, right? At least your friend found her happiness. You should be happy that she found her happiness." Or that very time when she said "That's not even your style." to which I replied "If I don't wear my clothes that way, it doesn't mean that I don't like it." and she said "Did I even say you hate it?" You may think you do not sound offending, but it was very offensive for me. Don't ask me for opinions if you feel that whatever you are wearing is good enough. I will not say that things look good when they do not look good at all.

I hate it when someone tells you they love you but you will never know if they mean it or not. Sometimes, what they are doing makes you think that you are better off on your own. Those "I love you"s, "I missed you"s meant nothing at all, right?

I hate it when people do not know when to stop. Stop getting chills when I'm on the phone, kay? You and your girlfriend kiss in public while I was just talking. You tell her that you love her and even talk mushier to her than I do on the phone. Stop questioning me things when I reply "Nothing." for the fifth time. It annoyed the hell out of me. I will tell you what's going on when I want to. So, STOP.

I hate it when people tell me what to do. I am not EIGHT fucking years old anymore. Stop telling me who my priority is. I know when to set my priorities straight. And it has always been all about you.

"WHY AREN'T YOU STAYING WITH ME? OTHER PEOPLE'S DAUGHTERS CARE ABOUT ME MORE THAN YOU DO. I GAVE UP MY LIFE WITH MY HUSBAND FOR YOU."

You know what? Yes, I am obsessed with my computer games, my friends. I am not afraid to admit it. Do you even know why?

I'll answer you.

It's because I do not feel as hateful when I am talking to them as I am talking to you at times. You sometimes talk to me like you are quarreling with me yet you rebuke me for raising my voice. And no, you gave up your own life with your husband, for yourself. We did not ask you to. I did not ask you to. I get along perfectly with him. It was your own decision.

Grr.

Fuck you, never ending rants.