I hate the thoughts that always come to my mind, swing my mood and eventually spoilt my day.
I hate the tiny little dusty and strange bacteria as intruders in my very sensitive nose.
I hate the feeling of very sick.
I hate the feeling of everything out of control.
I hate this kind of super hectic and boring life without having time for myself.
I hate mr.J that causes me feel very bad of myself.
I hate mr.E that makes me a different person.
I hate what have I hated.


