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I hate the nouveau riche. Yes, all of you self-made something-or-anothers who have the opportunity to dabble in previously exclusive experiences and taint them with your low class roots. It's not that I discourage progress, for success is commendable; however, these middle and lower class hopefuls still cannot, no matter how financially wealthy, dwell among the upper eschelons of society. I hate how people in America have forgotten age-old traditions of social stratification. Perhaps then we wouldn't have so many problems. Everything once reserved for the nobility of the world has now become tainted by Middle America's envy. Take, for instance, luxury brands. Now, labels like Gucci and Louis Vuitton are devalued because low-birth souls believe that it gives them class. Ha. They will go to any length to acquire and/or replicate these symbols of good taste and wealth, and simultaneously strip them of their former glory. Wealth is about understated elegance, manners and class, and dignity- knowing your place in society and behaving accordingly. America and many other countries have become dangerously tainted by classnesses and the rising faux-nobility. I refer to new money. Using newly acquired funds, they live a painfully gaudy and trashy life without having a grasp of respect. Take, for example, the founder of the Girls Gone Wild brand, who is the single worst exemplification of new money. Folks, be proud of yourself for making it, but you'll never be as good as old money. For that reason, the nouveau riche disgust me and I will always look down upon and loathe you. Try as you may, middle and lower classes, you are a plague feeding off of a brand of nobility that can't be bought for any price, but is in the blood. Mar 4 2:51 PM MST

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I hate how people tell you things just to tell you then they stop half way and say never mind I'm not gonna say it, it's like they want to give you blue balls but using words! argh. May 13 1:48 PM MST

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I hate that i got hit by a car cause my mom refused to drive me where I needed to go, even though she wasn't working or otherwise busy. I hate that she blames everything on me. I hate that I can't tell her how the whole accident was her fault and she shouldn't be suing the driver. I hate that the doctor who put the plates in my forehead agrees that they look awful but refuses to fix them for me. I hate that I had to wait six years for my hair to get back down to my waist from being stubble, yet if i find another doctor to make my forehead look normal, I might have to start all over again. I hate that I stopped going on 200 calories a day and puking up any family meals--just because I was afraid that I'd be shattered to pieces when my grandfather started hitting me. I hate that I can't hitch a ride from my gparents to a out of town doctors appointment without them having to know everything that was said in private. I hate that my grandmother constantly hovers around me and that she just can't believe me when I tell her what I'm eating. No, she has to explore it and examine it. I hate that I just can't eat in peace. I hate that I can't eat healthy food all of the time. I hate that my mom buys canned macaroni and pizza rolls and chocolate bars when i come home because she insists that I love it, when really she is trying to fatten me up. I hate that she stole my page of the best tips and secrets for losing weight. And I hate that since then she has lost half a person in weight. i hate that my mother tries to fatten me up cause she probably can't get any skinnier. I hate that I have to return her backhanded compliments so that she will never earn my respect for stealing the only thing I had to keep me sane. I hate that she said she lost weight because she wanted to fit into all of MY old clothes. By the way, that's why i kept them. As soon as I move out and return to restricitng I WILL FIT IN THEM AGAIN!! I hate that she admittedly STOLE all of my old diaries, and returned them to me like it was ok, just as long as she gave them back. I hate that my mother is approaching her late forties but dresses like she's twenty. I hate that sometimes she talks in a fake southern accent when she was born and raised in New york state. I hate that my grandfather has also started to blame a lot of crap on me. I hate that I continue treating him normally even after we've had a big argument, just because he's getting older and sometimes isn't totally there. I hate that he is extremely fit for his age, cause if he wasn't I would weigh 95 pounds right now. I hate that I had to ask my recovering-alcoholic father for money so I could buy fruits and vegetables. And I hate having to keep in contact with him so he doesn't think I'm ungrateful cause he dominates the phonecall and won't let me talk for like forty solid minutes. I hate that he's not like a normal father. I hate he's the only person i can talk to about purging and exercising and weightloss, cause I could get kicked out of college for it. And I don't want to tell the rehab people from my accident, cause they'd mar my record with that fact. And my record will follow me everywhere I go. I really hate that dad just can't listen and give normal fatherly advice. But I don't want to ever totally give it up because I love it so much. I hate that i have to get all of my wisdom teeth capped, and two removed. I hate knowing that wouldn't be the case if i had found out about the neutralizing properties of baking soda and stomach acid sooner than eighth grade. I hate that my little sister calls me fat, now that I'm not a size 5 anymore and she has lost 53 pounds. I hate that for the first time since the accident she told me I'm beautiful cause some guy who knew me before called me deformed. I hate that she beat him up. I hate that i couldn't have done that myself without risking getting my plates shattered or risking getting arrested now that I'm legal. I hate that people perceive me as a goody two shoes. I hate that I missed out on highschool because of the accident. I hate that my mother hadn't brought us up in our own home. Then I wouldn't have had to travel back to the old neighborhood the night of the accident. I hate that my mother is proud of being 'popular' in highschool. I think that she lies about it cause she overexaggerates everything. I hate that she is self-absorbed and superficial. I hate that she pretends i am her favorite daughter only when it suits her. I hate that she is extra nice to me when I tell her I'm going to spent time with dad. It's really creepy. I hate that she is incapable of comprehending how much I hate her and that when I become fully independent, she WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN. I hate that she reminds me of the modelling jobs I was offered before the accident. I hate that I have to live between my gparents house and my mother's house depending who is in the better mood. I hate that I can't have all of my stuff in one constant, quiet, and organized place where I only have to clean up after myself. I hate that my mother doesn't address my dog's skin condition by using cheap conditioner during her baths, but she won't let me take the dog to live with me even though I more than take care of her. I hate that our dog jumped on my grandpa when he used to hit me, and growls at my mother when she calls me names, and insists on sleeping in my bed--but my mother still denies that she's more my dog than anyone else's. I hate that my grades declined when I stopped restrictng when i started to get hit. Whenever I restricted, I never made less than honor roll. There's definitely a connection. If I had kept it up, I would have definitely gotten into a better college. I hate not knowing how life would have turned out if the accident never happened.
I hate my gene pool. One side is diseased with alcholism, bipolar, and depression. The other side is slightly more intelligent, but dysfunctional. My grandpa threatened a girl my uncle mistakenly got pregnant when he was younger into getting an abortion. My mother said the last she heard from her was when she was in an asylum screaming about how she killed her baby. I don't want to become either side of my family. My grandmother has bad hygiene. She burps and farts a lot without saying excuse me. She has a very thick moustache, but never waxes it, even though she waxes her eyebrows. She eats wayy too much bacon and fried foods. She weighs too much for a petite lady. She acts rather smug sometimes and literally sticks her nose up in the air. She drinks a liter of pepsi every week and her front teeth are rotting out because of it. There are 3 tvs in his house, but my grandfather chooses to blast the one in the kitchen. This way he can stick his nose into any food someone prepares, and tell them they eat too much. Even though he has a secret candy stash--regardless of being diabetic and having a pot belly. I hate how disgusting he is. He coughs up a storm everyday, and spews mucus into the kitchen sink. I hate how stupid he is. He'll have a coughing fit while he's smoking, but as soon as it subsides, he puts the cigarette back into his mouth. He wastes money on pills to quit smoking. But its like he doesn't really want to. The idea of it just seems healthier and more appealing to him. But the actual act of it means giving up something he's done longer than I've been around.I also hate that. HE smoked around me when I was a little kid. No thank you, I don't want to get lung disease/cancer/emphysema from your second hand smoke. That is so rude. I hate how my mother has smoked my entire life but her teeth are still not school bus yellow. I hate how my mother thinks of her teeth as jewelry. It's not enough to give a light chuckle. When she laughs, she has to pull back her lips as far as they will go to show all of her teeth and practically let her tongue loll out of her mouth. I hate a lot of people in my family. I hate that some of their worst traits are genetic. I hate the thought of becoming like anyone of them. I hate the act of living with them. I hate having to play along with their fake act of a loving family when we are in public or around someone's cronies. I hate not knowing all the things i know now back in highschool. I hate that i finally have my own fridge/freezer and microwave (angels singing) and furniture, but I don't have my own place to keep it in--where I am the boss and there's no one else to argue with. I hate that i am not the human stick figure who has a pretty damn good gpa. And right now I hate that i don't have and razors and sting free germ wash and bandaids and scrape cream and mederma. I also hate that tomorrow is my first day of work and I'm not sure that I will get there on time. Sep 23 8:52 AM MST

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I hate having to own a car. Most of my financial prolems are directly related to having a car. Not only do I have to pay thousands just to have one, but once I do I have to pay registration and insurance every year. I have to keep taking it in for regular maintanence. I've had my car broken into and stuff stolen from it, I've had my side-view mirror broken, I've had accidents and tickets, my older cars always had shit wrong with them, and now gas prices are insane. I wish I was able to just walk or ride a bike to work or not leave home at all. I wish everything was closer so we wouldn't have to depend on cars so much. Cars cause nothing but problems. My dog would still be alive if it wasn't hit by a car. There probably wouldn't be so many deaths and no road rage. They're fucking death machines and bank breakers. May 23 5:13 AM MST

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I hate how overly paranoid I am. Death seems to be around every corner just waiting to either get me or someone I love very dearly. I hate that everytime my parents are late coming home I always worry that they died somehow. I hate that every time my parents come home it's like a blessing. I hate being afraid to ride in cars since the accident. I hate having terrifying realistic dreams of things blowing up or bursting into flames. I hate that i'm afraid of outlets so everytime I go to plug something in I end up getting scared and not doing it. I hate being afraid of mirrors. I hate that I always think i'm being watched. I'm afraid of everything! Even stupid supersticious things that most likely don't exist but you know....what if? Even as I type this I'm scared out of my mind. Jan 15 11:09 PM MST

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i hate that God takes the best from us at such a young age. i hate that two people i know have died in car accidents in the last 7 months. i hate that 6 people from my school have died in the last 4 years. i hate how i, along with everyone else, just can't believe that he is really going to be gone tomorrow, and never come back. Nov 16 12:13 PM MST

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I hate turning left when I'm driving. Well, I mostly hate hitting things when I turn left. It ends up costing lots of money. Stupid Focus. Maybe I have really bad depth perception or something, but wow I hate having to turn left. Oct 21 1:39 PM MST

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I hate that after one accident your insurance sky rockets or they drop ur ass when your a teen. Sep 24 2:38 PM MST