i hate the fact that when i ask my brother to help take a bowl downstairs to the sink. he won't do it.
i hate the fact that sometimes, just sometimes. people don't listen
i hate the fact that sometimes you might not get your way. even if its for the better.
i hate the fact that my parents don't even understand. themselves or us.
i hate the fact that things never seem to happen in a way that i want.
i hate the fact that i can only dream, and not be able to actually achieve them.
i hate the fact that i wouldn't be able to forget you until you leave.
i hate the fact that everyone fights.
i hate the fact that its the holidays, but i have a feeling its gonna be worst than school.
i hate the fact that i have so many things that i hate all at once, and their just not simple ones. not ones that i can solve in no time at all.
i hate the fact that everything i owe. seem to be a bad thing.
i hate the fact that theres world poverty. and theres a world crisis. on literally everything.
i hate the fact that my parents sometimes don't even know that we actually don't want to tell each other stuff. somethings are better kept by our selves.