I hate the simplicity of the average person.
I hate these idiotic pop culture movements, the celebrities they make, and the airtime on news channels wasted upon them.
I hate the fact that she's always on my mind.
I hate the way I spend my time.
I hate the way the clock moves.
I hate the untainted sadness.
I hate those nasty, all consuming mortal contemplations.
I hate the inevitibility of sleep.
I hate anticipation.