i hate everything
hate the weekends
hate the mornings
hate the rush hours
hate my clothes
hate my hair
hate you. a little bit.
hate my door
hate all that stuff on my floor
hate the tv
hate the wc
hate the memories. still need 'em
hate bodypiersings
hate my room
hate everything.
hate the fakt, i can't discover any poem-a-like thing here. f*ck.