rape

Posted by kayla in Hate on Oct 4th, 2010 | 14 comments

i dont want my daughter to find out that she was a rape child. even though i hate her father , i love her more then anything. and i know telling her would break her heart so i just say he died.

Just say sorry…

Posted by betrayed in Hate on Sep 29th, 2010 | 0 comments

I single handedly made you who you are today. I am the one who made you more social-able. I am the one who introduced you to all the friends you have now. Yes, i fell in love. But we were best friends, no way would i have been that stupid to ruin our friendship, even though i knew you cared for me too. But we were in high school….and she betrayed me. She lied to you, and you believed her…why? I was your best friend….we told each other everything…she ruined us. I hate her for that, and i hate you for not trusting me. Now, 6 years later, you are still friends with her, going to her wedding…I hate you both. I just want an apology, then i can finally get over you, and I can stop feeling guilty for thinking about you even though i am happily married.

Unwanted Hatred

Posted by Matt in Hate on Sep 26th, 2010 | 1 comment

Lately I’ve been reflecting on my past, including the people involved in it. Now my past has been a freakin’ social nightmare, mainly because of others that made it that way. I have so many mental scars from the torement lashed out in my years of Primary School and last year in Secondary School that whenever I walk past those oppressors I litterally have homicidal ideations. On a certain occaison I had to physically stop myself from lashing out extremely violently at someone else (potential serious injury could have been caused). Look, I think I have some anger issues, but I’m beginning to scare myself. But no matter how many I attempt to not refer to a certain person as a “stupid bitch” instead of her actual name, I will not bring myself to do it. It doesn’t help that I see a decent amount of justification in it. She, and others like her (that I know) that are academically challenged, wear insane amounts of make-up, act like sluts and are appalling to anyone they slightly dislike really piss me off, due to the fact they believe themselves to be good people and others actually treat them as if they are superior to everyone else. Now that is just one person. I’m male, so that gives me even further amounts of enemies. Apparently anyone who isn’t an AFL fan, football player or a real “country” person in my town is a freak. This sort of bullshit wouldn’t bother me if it wasn’t for the fact that my resilience has been ground down to bare-minimum over the years, with teachers telling me to simply ignore it as I became depressed constantly and one of which that told me I was a bad person. I’m a ******* social wreck and people enjoy causing me pain. I can’t change them and I can’t change myself, not matter the effort I put into it. So, sub-consciously I think that if I can’t change them, there is one thing I CAN do, kill them.
I’m not saying that I will do that, but that’s what I think my sub-conscious is screaming at me.

I want to kill myself

Posted by hate in Hate on Aug 22nd, 2010 | 27 comments

I hate my husband who is cheating on me, I hate being a stay at home mother (( i dont hate my kids)) I hate myself for allowing this to happen. I hate my life.

I just want to die.

my father

Posted by Anonymous in Hate on Aug 12th, 2010 | 9 comments

my dad is a married man so he should be in love with my mom wrong i caught him looking out the window at our neighbor masturbating to her my dad makes me sick

better off if you killed me that night too

Posted by dying inside in Hate on Aug 10th, 2010 | 6 comments

you took everything that ever mattered away from me, you raped me. and i never even saw your face. i feel disgusting and gross. i feel your breath on my skin when im changing, and i see you everytime i close my eyes. just from that one night, you took my whole life away from me. i will never go to another party again, i will never have my virginty back , and i will never feel beautiful. i never want to be touched again. i feel so ashamed that i cant give the man i was suppose to marry all of me,& i cant have that fairy tale wedding. i cant even look at a man without wondering if hes the one who rapped me. i dont want to be the victim anymore, but just because i survived this, doesnt mean it was ever okay.

ill love her

Posted by lisa in Hate on Aug 7th, 2010 | 2 comments

my dad hates all white people just because my mother left him for a white man. i think my fathers going to hate my daughter because shes half white, but thats okay because im going to love her more then anything, including him.

i hate my husband

Posted by JLJ in Hate on Aug 6th, 2010 | 8 comments

He’s a douch bag is a cheater and I will cheat on him back some day and leave him for a hotter guy. Loser

to kayla

Posted by john in Hate on Aug 2nd, 2010 | 4 comments

people got shot, people got hurt, people died that night and you walked away from it and none of it, none of it even touched you. look at you,your the same person you were before any of it even happened,you didnt even stay around long enough to see who was standing and who wasnt. you know eight people may have died that night, but all of us got buried somehow. except for you and i hate you for it.

hateyou

Posted by jnn in Hate on Jul 26th, 2010 | 11 comments

three months ago i had a abortion because you told me you didnt want to dissapoint ur family and give up your dreams by being a teen father so i did, a month ago i found out you got your new girlfriend pregnant and you want her to keep it. im so ******* sorry i was just a embarssment to you that you had to kill your own baby so people wouldnt know about us. i hope your new babys as ulgy as you are on the inside.

I hate being his wife

Posted by HaterWife in Hate on Jul 14th, 2010 | 35 comments

We have almost been married two years, and though I do love him…I HATE being his wife. I hate being his cook, his maid, his social planner…I love being a stay at home mom, and don’t mind cleaning up after our son, cook for him, taking care of him…sure it’s tiring sometimes, sure there are frustrating days. But it’s being HIS WIFE that I hate.

I hate that he seemingly takes advantage of the fact I clean the house and therefore never bothers to clean up after himself, leaving his boxers on the floor of the bathroom sometimes..tracking crap in from outside. Cleaning his dishes on the counter, for the secret “maid” to clean up..”oh I was going to put those away” sure you were…when pigs f’ing fly.

I know it would KILL him to pick up a broom, empty the dish washer or take laundry down without being asked. Oh wait, he has never once picked up a broom around this house.

Sure he does take care of us. But man, I hate the day to day of being his wife. Like I want to sleep with a man who leaves the toilet so dirty it looks like a outdoor concert outhouse! Who wants to have sex with a person that disgusting?!

I guess having a penis and being the sole provider means you are incapable of cleaning up after yourself.

I hate his snoring and the way he startles when I come to bed, so late because I have to wait till he is past the INSANELY loud snoring stage otherwise, I will never get to sleep. I hate that he jumps out of bed, even though I crept in and made no noise. I want to just smack him one. Mean, I know…but it means that he has to go through the INSANELY loud snoring phase AGAIN!

So I am left awake till 7am!

I hate the way he will just leave his tshirts in huge stack because he is too lazy to hang them up or he knows it will drive me so batty from having them just laying around, that I will give in and do it myself.

I hate the fact he can keep his stuff so neat and tidy, but he can’t stop screwing up the $1000 stroller I paid for because he can’t stop hitting the walls or bumping into door frames with it.

I should have made him pay for it, then maybe he would see value in it.

I hate the fact he broke the raincover for the stroller from doing something I KEPT asking him not too…and now bitches it’s broken.

I hate that they are “his” DVD’s and because of that, they are kept in perfect shape, yet he doesn’t give a crap about anything that he deems “yours”.

I hate the way he is always sick too, whenever I am.

I hate the way he thinks it ok to lay in the clean bed in clothing he wore outside and is dirty.

I hate the fact he leaves the bathroom CD player cord hanging loose ALL the time, so the baby pulls it down and almost bonks it on his head.

I hate the fact he cannot pick up a cloth and wipe the highchair in the morning after the baby has breakfast on his shift.

I hate the fact, if he feels he hasn’t had enough sleep and yet the baby is up and wants food, he tries to force him to sleep longer. And gets mad that the baby is upset by this.

I hate how frustrated he gets over stupid trivial things, that most people wouldn’t give a crap about.

And I hate that his frustration wears off on me, and now I have lost my laid back nature.

I hate her man

Posted by Samantha in Hate on Jun 22nd, 2010 | 2 comments

I HATE my friends boyfriend. I don’t know what it is about him. I secretly hope they break up. Plus Im pretty sure hes cheating on her.