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I hate that there is no "delete" button for my memory.

I don't want to think about traits that I despise in certain people that will only make me hate them more. I don't want to recall all the embarrassing things I've done in the past that I still cannot live down today. I don't want to remember this pedophile creep that kissed me when I was young and stupid.

I wish that all these memories will just fade away. Aug 24 7:08 AM UTC

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I hate the fact that entrepreneurship training is being shoved down everyones' throats, despite the fact that:

(1) entrepreneurship training has never been proven to work because
(2) less than 2% of people in the world have the entrepreneurial spirit, whilst
(3) over 90% of people who do start a new business fail hard within 2 years.

To be a successful entrepreneur, you have to have the mentality of a crook. You have to know somebody, break a few rules, step on a few toes, and ignore common sense. This is what the folks who run entrepreneurship seminars never tell people. It is likely that they KNOW that entrepreneurship training is a scam, and they're using the time to make as much cash as possible before the masses finally wake up. Jul 21 5:35 PM UTC

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I'm in college now, and this should be all over for me; I should be able to move on and enjoy my life, but my parents keep ruining it. Neither my mother or my father have ever been actual parents to me. My mother had past drug prescription problems, and my father was an alcoholic manipulative dick.

I fucking hate both of them. They divorced when I was around five but insisted on dragging me in the middle, and I've had to put up with so much shit that it's been fucking legendary. Over the years, all the things I could never do because they selfishly mismanaged money has really affected me. I could never go on outings with my friends, I rarely ever got the things I actually needed, and most of all beyond money, I never got any actual support from either.

My father remarried when I was around seven and let the bitch that was my stepmother yell and cuss and generally emotionally abuse me until she told me to get the fuck out of her. The irony? Out of all of her kids, I was the only ONE, her non-biological child, to give a fuck about her welfare after her MS set in.

Meanwhile, my own mother is too busy being with her friends, drinking, smoking marijuana, and gambling to give a fuck about me. We'd go without food and a car for fucking ages because she'd spend her money on unimportant shit. I know she went through a lot of problems with my dad in her marriage- he whored around rampantly and really, pretty much turned me against her, but really it didn't take much. I hate how both of my parents always try to twist and turn and manipulate how I feel; they always send me on fucking guilt trips but have never given me the love and support I've needed.

Now I'm nineteen. My senior year royally imploded because my father contracted an STD of some sort and insisted on buying a mail-order bride because no one in our city was willing to sleep with him any longer. He goes ballistic over this whore insisting I put her above my own mother, and on the flip side my mom and I start to actually get involved in each other's lives again. My childhood has really been one long convoluted story of being stretched and pulled...So, I'm somewhere between forgiving my mother, and my dad goes off the fucking deep end, sometime last month he attacked me, like attempted to strangle me, for me addressing how he treats me. I blacked his eye and ran for the door, but things haven't been much better with my mother either now.

I live in a dorm- thank god, but she constantly fucks up money, and then runs over to me to bail her out. What little fucking money I do have, I need! So, I give her money- sometimes my every last cent, and she swears it's going to her rent or getting our car fixed, but then I call her up...and where the fuck is she? Out gambling...

Then she'll call me all depressed the next few days later, and say how I don't do anything for her, how bad a daughter I am, and how irresponsible I am when I'm living on ramen noodles and fruit cups because I just gave you my last dollar which you gambled away. And this is rich, whenever she gets money... Guess where it goes? She'll give it my older sister, who has a job and is equally irresponsible rather than paying me back. She'll fucking give money away to people at the casino to play and insists I play too, and gets mad if I just want to you know pocket the money for a rainy day instead... My sister is a bitch I can't stand too. She's easily pushing 300 lbs and has two kids with this greasy fuck who's always on and off again employed. She's always criticising me and being such a diva and acting like I get special treatment when the money I struggle to keep, my mother literally hands to her so she go out eat like a fucking pig with her fat family.

I can't fucking stomach either of my parents.
My Dad is a physically and emotionally abusive ass-hole who while I struggled to get the money to go to college, getting scholarships and grants, sends thousands of dollars overseas to whores. My mother refuses to get a job and insists on sponging on what little I have, and she's just as emotionally abusive. I'm a nearly straight A student...I've been that way since fucking high-school, and I'm the only one in my entire god-damn family with a modicum of responsibility, and it makes me fucking sick how my parents are such huge absolute zeroes in my life. May 4 12:01 AM UTC

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I hate the stigma that society has towards introverts. Sure, we prefer to read books at a library instead of partying the weekend away. We prefer to unwind by going for a relaxing walk in a park instead of a packed music concert. And we don't like to do anything without a solid plan. Really, what the fuck does the rest of the world find so criminally wrong with all that? We built what you extroverts take for granted, and when we do go out, we're the ones who end up FUNDING your outgoing personalities, so the least you can do is stop insulting us for not being the arrogant, reckless, sociopathic, unreliable, and overly talkative parasites that you all are. We tolerate your noise, so tolerate our silence. Fuckers. Apr 11 1:09 PM UTC

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I hate this so-called "Game Theory" which has been peedled by sociopaths and lapped up by females throughout the dating scene. You know, the theory that categorizes men as Alphas (natural born sociopath, or the top 10% of men who get sex without even trying) and Betas (the rest of the men). Whilst it's true that 90% of women will seek out the top 10% of men for sex, Game Theory pretty much reduces men to nothing more than walking penises (Alphas) or walking wallets/cuckolds (Betas), whose sole existence is to be used and thrown aside like a disposable dish rag when the women are bored. The mind, which is instrumental in creating the technology, inventions, and improvements that the sociopaths take for granted means absolutely nothing here. It's amazing how we humans actually made it beyond the Stone Age with "Game Theory." Did the sociopaths decide, "Let's give those Beta geeks a chance to reproduce because we can't think beyond our dicks anyway, and we could use new spears or domesticated animals, or brick houses."

what I also hate about Game Theory is that is is basically dysgenic, Whilst it gives women the power to choose which genes pass between their legs, history has, sadly, proven beyond a shadow of doubt that women suck at making choices. The men who are most likely to advance human civilization are placed at the bottom of the totem pole, actively shunned (unless the Beta has money, which means women will only be stringing him along for his possessions, but still fuck the Alpha thoroughly on the side), and at worst, most men will never live to pass on their genes. Perhaps Game theory can accurately explain why Greece, Egypt, and Rome all collapsed just a few generations after women were given power, why the Middle Easteners eventually punished their women harshly via Islam, and why Europe followed suit by going Medieval. Mar 24 10:39 AM UTC

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I hate my life right now.
I am in college and can't afford to live on my own so I have to get help from my parents. I hate how they act as if I am some big burden to them financially even though they decided to have me. My grandpa gave me some money for college tuition and I hate how my parents are using it for everything in college (including rent and books) and act like they aren't and make me feel guilty as if they are spending all this money.
I hate how they have never let me think for myself and let me make my own decisions. I am just now discovering who I really am because I was so afraid to be me from how they raised me. I hate that they are so restricting and closed-minded.
I hate that they act as if we have no money at all when my parents have too much income for me to get grants or financial aid. I don't want them to spend a lot of money on me but it would be nice for them to not make me feel guilty when I ask them for money for basic groceries.
I hate that they were bad when they were younger but would kill me if I even did something slightly wrong.
I hate that they treat my brother better than me and let him get away with things I would have never been able to get away with. Other people have seen they do this too.
I hate how my parents won't send me enough money for groceries when my dad smokes a ton of cigarettes and cigars and buys coffee from coffee stands every day, several times a day. I hate that my dad gets mad if I ever buy a drink from starbucks for myself with my own money when he buys multiple coffee's everyday, and sometimes even from bikini baristas. I hate that my mom is to chicken to stand up for her self and tell him he shouldn't do that. I swear he's cheating on her.
I hate how my mom always sides with my dad even if she said something different to me before. I hate how my dad freaks out and says I need to respect my mom when I'm pretty sure he's cheating on her.
I hate that I can never tell my parents anything.
I hate that they always think they know everything even if they can't see it from my eyes and aren't even in the same town to see what's happening.
I hate that my dad has always told me to never talk back but now he pushes my buttons to get me to stand up for myself and when I do he gets mad and won't let me.
I hate that I want to get another dog for my dog so he has a companion and they say I can't when I don't even live with them and it's my money and I see how depressed he seems being the only dog when he came from a litter of 8.
I hate that they won't let me be me.
I hate how they force they're opinions on me acting that I should only do what they think.
I hate that I have met the love of my life and although they like him, I know they will not want us to get married before we turn the age they were when they got married (which was almost 30). And if I want to get married anyways I know they will never pay for the wedding, no matter how simple. I hate how I will never have a great wedding like I always dreamed and that I will probably end up just getting married at a courthouse by the justice of the peace because I can't afford anything better.
I hate that they think they're the best parents ever and say things like "We're sorry we loved you too much". Yes they actually said that.
I hate that even though I haven't ever done anything measurably wrong in my life, they will never appreciate it and always find something to critisize me about.
I hate that whoever is reading this probably thinks I'm selfish and spoiled and immature and will never know the truth.
I hate how I had always thought I would be close to my parents as I aged but know I am realizing that will not be the case and I will probably choose to live across the country from them.
I hate how for one second my life can't just be happy and work out ok.
I hate how my parents have made sex seem wrong and dirty and it will take forever for me to not feel guilty about it, even after being married.
I hate how I am an adult and they still get upset if I swear once in a blue moon even though they swear whenever they feel like it.
I hate how I have a big chance of turning out like them "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree"
I hate how I have too much evidence that they actually are my parents and I'm not adopted. That would make so much more sense.
I hate that I always feel like the black sheep.
I hate that I will never be good enough for them, even if they say its ok.
I hate that I hate them, but its hard not to when they act the way they do.
I hate that I feel like dying right now because life is so hard and they don't understand it.
I hate how my dad reads books to try and understand depression when he has never been clinically depressed to know how it really feels. I hate how he says he understands when he hasn't lived through it.
I hate that I am afraid to make mistakes because that's how they taught me.
I hate that they only think there is one way of thinking: their way.
I hate that I'm afraid to live life to the fullest because I don't want them to be mad at me for doing something they don't agree to.
I hate that they say they are spending so much money on me for me going to college when 1) they would think of me as a f-up if I didn't go to college (its basically taboo for me not to go and 2) that they aren't barely spending anything since they're taking it all out of the college money my grandpa gave me.
I hate that they never saved up a college fund for me themselves even though they had the money to. Yet they don't want me to take out loans.
I hate that they think I'm not allowed to be mad at them.
I hate that after I started seeing a counselor she suddenly thought she should go see the same one, even though she isn't at all depressed or anything. She has to make people feel sorry for her.
I hate how people feel sorry for my mom for putting in so much overtime at work when its her own choice she's working that overtime. She doesn't have to work as long as she says she does. She's a perfectionist.
I hate how my mom gets mad when I spend my own money sometimes but she buys way more stuff that she doesn't need.
I hate that I feel like I have to hide that I bought one little thing with my own money from my mom because she will get mad a spent my money even when I was in high school and didn't have any responsibilities to pay for.
I hate that my parents will give my brother as much money as he needs and give me crap if I asked for lunch money in high school.
I hate how I could go on and on.... Feb 7 6:08 AM UTC

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I hate that people think depression is an illness.

While it very well may be some sort of chemical imbalance, I disagree, because of my personal experience.

When I was younger, I was skinny, and spoiled as a child. I learned about sex at an early age from a neighbor and lack of parental controls on our satellite T.V. Because I was spoiled, I was conceited, and this combined with my knowledge of sex, I basically acted like a whore. I would flirt with every little boy I saw, wear skimpy clothes, and constantly think about perverted things.
I was a disgusting child. I had lot's of friends that I treated like dirt, but I was always outside playing with them. Until one year, I moved.
At my new house, there weren't any kids my age around my neighborhood to play with. I eventually stumbled upon things on the internet that held my attention for an entire summer, during wich I stayed up until 6 every morning, and slept all day after that. Of course, this made me gain weight. I was also just hitting puberty, so I had alot of acne and I was always sweaty.
When I went back to school that year, things were pretty normal. I didn't flirt all over the place anymore, and I kept to myself a bit. Of course, there were insults, and a lot of mocking.
My self esteem was weakening, but I was still haughty. That summer, I stayed at home the whole time again. I gained MORE weight and I lost any sense of self-worth that was left. I was deppressed. I contemplated suicide. When I went back to school that year, I had no popularity, two friends who I could barely call accquaintences, and failing grades due to my lack of motivation for anything.
My parents were oblivious to all this. I have a loving family, but I barely came out of my room, leaving them with no chance to see a problem. I came to a point where I could really sink no lower.

I don't really know what happened after that. I might've read an inspiring story on the internet, or watched an anime full of heroes overcoming their fate, or I might've just gotten tired of hating myself. One night when I was feeling especially worthless, crying on the floor in my room, I snapped.
I could just picture someone standing over me, sneering at how pathetic I was, wallowing in my own self-pity. I decided that I needed to suck it the fuck up. Screw everything. I'm going to make the best of this pathetic existence I've been given, and when it's over, I can say that I fucking did something. I wasn't going to be a pussy and kill myself. I wasn't just going to give up. I was going to get it over with.
So I got up off of the floor, and took a long shower for the first time in a long while.
I got my ass in gear and did a load of makeup work to pass all my classes with straight D's. I looked at the passing of that grade as a trial overcome, the first of many in my new life.
The year of school after that was the best I've had. I made a few friends, the closest I've known. I passed my classes with straight A's. I've been accepted into an elite high school with all honors and AP courses.
It's summer now, and I am a bitter, but better person. I've been called cynical, cold. Which I am, but I'm slowly beginning to get my personality back. I was always the funny girl before. I'm hoping I can be like that again.
Whenever I start to feel sullen about the many things that are just shot all to hell in my life, I give myself a metal smack in the face and tell myself to get up, shut up, and stop whining about things I can't control. I'm going to keep moving forward, whatever it takes, trampling over the 'depressed' people that are too weak to do anything with themselves.

In conclusion, depression is not a disease. It is a weakness that can be overcome, just like any other obstacle. To anyone with depression, take control. Grab life by the throat and toss it aside. Don't let yourself become one of the nameless people who commit suicide and go on forgotten, with nothing to leave behind to show that they were there at all. Take a stand.
There is another alternative. If you feel like you have nothing to live for, and want to throw your life away, give it to someone else. Devote yourself to a religion or charity. It doesn't matter if you believe in the cause. If you don't want your life, there are other people who will gladly put it to use.

-DotR Jul 22 7:48 AM UTC

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I hate it when I go to a hotel. The first thing I usually want to do is plunk down on the bed cause I'm so tired from traveling. And then when I do, when I'm lying there, I hate thinking about what somebody else was probably doing on that same comforter the night before. And I'm lying on it---I HATE THAT! May 21 1:30 AM UTC

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I hate this one guy I know who uses some big ass, fancy word(s) when he's speaking to me. It's like he memorized a couple of GRE vocab words & wants to show off how "smart" he is. Some people do this & it doesn't bug me at all-because it seems natural. But with this fuzznut, he comes across as being a fake, lame ass. May 21 1:00 AM UTC

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I hate it when I start to fall asleep and then all of a sudden, my whole body jolts. It's like I'm falling or something weird. I don't know why I do this but it is extremely ANNOYING and I friggin HATE it. May 20 6:04 AM UTC