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i hate being so fucking worried all the time! i hate that after a test or quiz i think i did badly on, i go and look up all the answers to see how well i did on it. and then i go calculate my potential grade if i got a "60" on the quiz. why the fuck am i so worried?! stress kills so why worry? man, sometimes i really lose sight of reality. Apr 15 12:50 PM MST

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I hate it when people ask me the same question again and again. For example if I have lost something (like the car keys), my wife and I go over where I last used them and where I last saw them.
If it's not on the table where I was sure I had put them, we begin searching. The bit I hate is when she gets frustrated, turns to me and yells, "Where the hell did you put them!". I'll tell her I don't know, then we search for a bit more. Then she turns to me again, getting angrier as the keys fail to turn up and yells, "What did you do with them, where are they!?"
Yelling is not going to help me remember and I've already said I don't know, so stop asking. I feel like she suspects I really do know where the keys are and I am playing some sort of stupid game. Apr 28 9:14 PM MST

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I hate that I have bipolar disorder. I hate being on all of these meds that make me a fat ass and a zombie half the time. I hate the fact that I am judged by people on my weight when most of them don't know about the medication. If I tell them they will treat me differently because of the bipolar so I leave it alone and just let them think I am a lazy worthless piece of shit. I hate that I am married to a man who will not even begin to try to understand me. I do not feel that he loves me. I stay because of finances and because I believe he would try to take our son from me. My son is my world, I take all of those meds for him. If I didn't have him I wouldn't worry about it. I'd be skinny and moody and if people didn't like it I wouldn't care. But he is my everything, and I do care so being fat and zombified at times is worth it for him to be safe and happy. Jun 6 8:12 PM MST

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I hate that no one in my family has ever seemed to really listen to what I have to say.
I hate that I have ADHD and now that I'm on medication its awakening to the realization that I have no social skills and that I've lost all the friends that I had before I developed a major social/learning disability. I hate not having the right words for the right feelings. I hate that I hold myself back from being a success. I hate that I think I have potential with writing poetry, playing basketball and softball but that I'm too lazy and too afraid of what people will think about a girl playing basketball and a girl playing softball and being better than them. I hate my feelings. I hate my conscience. I hate my sister because she is prettier than me and everyone in my family gives her attention. I hate my mom because she tells me that I am never going to be skinny enough and I hate my dad because whenever I say anything to him he replies, "what?" Aka he doesn't ever hear my voice. I hate my sister because she was the only one that ever cared about me when I was sick but now that I'm on medication she is threatened by me. I hate myself and my family. I hate my life in this point and time. I hate that I'm almost 20 and still living at home and without a car. I hate that I've lost so many jobs. I hate that I don't have anyone to tell this to but a stupid fucking blog board. May 23 10:25 AM MST

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I hate sleeping all fucking day because I'm so bored and depressed. I hate that my fucking medication isn't doing shit anymore and I need a higher dose. I hate that I slept for 15 fucking hours yesterday. I hate being anti-social and complaining but not willing to do anything about it. Dec 3 10:21 AM MST

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I hate that I take loads of expensive medication just to feel like a normal human being, and yet I still don't feel like one. Sep 25 1:11 AM MST