Hate; A Strong Word

I have a little too much consistency in my life.

I hate being consistent.
I hate when things are on-going and continuous.

I hate knowing what's going to happen tomorrow, and the next day, and the next month.

I hate boring, stress-less, tedious, monotonous days. For days and days and days.

I hate not being in school.

I hate not writing essays.
I hate not taking exams.

I am obviously harbouring a lot of hate.

While I'm driving this road, I might as well relay my other 'hates'.

I hate that (recently) it feels like such a chore to pray, do devotions, spend time with God.

I hate that it takes so much effort to exercise.
I hate that my exercise routine is consistent, which is now causing me to not want to exercise anymore because I NEED CONSTANT CHANGE.
I hate that I'm fat.
I hate that I don't have blue eyes.
I hate that I don't have a super hot boyfriend, who is also devoted, loving, caring, generous, rich, and would let me cry on his shoulder every single day without complaining once.
I hate that the University of Winnipeg is taking so long to email me back.
I hate when babies cry and cry and cry and you just can't get them to stop.
I hate when people don't laugh at my jokes.
I hate that I ask stupid questions all the time and cause people to think I'm dumb.
I hate that I'm the one that has to make the effort to stay in touch with my friends.
I hate that I haven't had a good birthday in three years, and that no one has ever planned me a surprise birthday party.
I hate headaches after long, exhausting days.
I hate when I say something to a friend who's online, and they don't respond at all.
I hate when I have zero new notifications on Facebook.
I hate missing high school.
I hate when I have no motivation to do anything.
I hate that I feel self-conscious all the time.
I hate having IBS because, every so often (for a few days at a time) I look four months pregnant and get funny looks from people.
I hate going to work every day.
I hate being awful at navigating.
I hate that I can think of so many things to hate.

Okay... time to call a shrink.