I hate my job enviroment. I hate bitches who have attitudes about doing their fucking jobs. I hate people who complain about being broke, yet they drive some shitty looking, tricked out Honda. I hate not founding out how rude I can be until recently. I hate having unsimiliar feelings with guys that like me. I hate money. I hate never getting answers from the people who are hired to be able to tell you things you need to know. I hate Meg taking EVERYTHING the wrong way and then pissing me off. I hate bragging and boasting about materials that people have gained, bought etc. I hate watching false friendships happen within my groups of friends and them being oblivious to it. I hate arrogance, attitude and bosses that are sleeping with FIRED co-workers. I basically hate growing up. I'm usually a very happy/grateful/upbeat person. Everyone has their limits.
I feel an ounce better than I did before I wrote this.
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