I hate a lot of things.
So why am I so goddamn happy all the time?
In this thread, let's discuss HATE and how it affects us.
I hate a lot of things.
So why am I so goddamn happy all the time?
In this thread, let's discuss HATE and how it affects us.
Jedi
...smurf those smurfin smurfs
Also
HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.
Christmas showed me that HATE can be good for the soul. I let the hate fuel me instead of causing me to rust.
IHNMAIMS! <3
FINALLY A THREAD WHERE I AM KING.
Just kidding, hate takes too much effort.
I hate most things. But I'm nice about it.
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I actually agree with Tigmafuzz. It is perfectly okay to hate stuff, but without being a dick about it.
I hate myself for smurfing things up so badly.
I hate how much I complain but I'm just being honest -_-
I hate people.
And spiders.
And society's archetype for an attractive female.
And boogers.
You know how when you're tucked in bed all cuddly and then a few hours later your feet get cold? Then you have to wake up to put socks on? But you can't get all nice and cuddly again like you were?
Yeah, that.
Hate that trout.