I Hate Post

i hate my blog.
i hate the layout.
i hate the switching thing. i love the colors but i hate it.
i hate my skin but i love snoopy and hate him simultaneously.
i hate my 7-month? skin which has never been finished.
i hate my grammar - i'm terribly poor in english.
i hate you.
i hate your wincing and that screwed face when thinking hard 'cause i know what it is.
i hate the let-alone-talk-to-each-other thing.
i hate my feelings - the weird combination of embarassment and enjoy.
i hate the silence.
i hate talking but it's better.
i hate eating though i know i have to 'cause i want to get fat.
i hate english 1 and after that, after that, after that and after that.
i hate the color of "tortoise" - ew.
i hate that arcade.
i hate myself for i thought my knowledge can be stretched out into knowing what other people thinks.
i hate softness.
i hate crossroads.
i hate liquors.
i hate mexican telenovelas.
i hate that hardware in comm ave but only at night.
i hate that waiter/helper in mcdonalds.
i hate signs because they fill me up i could drown in any moment...

again.. full of synecdoches and metonymies (huh?)