Things about me:

I am in love with a song about Horchata and I've never even had it.
I get angry easily.
I want to key someones car REALLY badly.
There is a such thing as the wrath of Tabby.
I hate math.
I hate math.
I hate math.
I hate pizza.
I hate pie.
I hate computer tech.
I hate the smell of this kid next to me.
I hate spending $100 bills. I just cannot do it.
I hate when xHELLAx mexican girls dye their hair bleach blonde.
I hate looking like a cracked out freak.
I hate literally watching my gas gauge go down.
I hate waiting.
I hate fire drills.
I hate how competitive I am.
I hate how no matter what, I'm thinking, "pft, that would look better on me."
I hate thinking that I'm pudgy even though I know I'm not.
I hate those days that I do think I'm fat though.
I hate waking up in the morning feeling like I'ma puke.
I hate that my heart is weak and I get dizzy all the time.
I hate grouping the 30+ year olds at my work as losers.
I hate that I don't know anything about politics.
I hate how often I zone out at school.
I hate it when I go from an A to a B in the last week of the term.
I hate that I flirt with my teachers to get better grades.
I hate that I let things build up and then I explode.
I hate that people think I'm a bitch just because I "look like a bitch".
I hate that I'm not a stronger person.
I hate that I bite my nails.
I hate that I'm being a procrastinator.
I hate being only 17.
I hate living in fear that I could die at any moment because of the yellowstone volcano.
I hate how my mouth tastes when I don't open it for a while.
I hate vibrating toothbrushes.
I hate that my vision is getting worse.
I hate it when Stockton smells like ass.
I hate not being on the pill this month.
I hate that I don't know why I'm writing this.
I hate that I'm coming across as a self-loathful person right now.
I hate being scratched across my belly.

I HATE.