I hate feeling like ranting is pointless.
I hate feeling like I have no words.
I hate feeling like 10 months ago, someone took away the old me and replaced it with something deranged and unstable. I hate realizing that I fit a demographic called "mentally disabled."

I hate believing that I am incapable of working a real job again.

I hate being "broke."

I hate not being able to go to concert after concert.

I hate feeling pointless.

I hate feeling like a nobody.

I hate feeling narcissistic for wanting to be "somebody."

I hate feeling that my relationships with friends have become the by-product of entropy.

I hate feeling that my life will one day look like a parade of missed opportunities.

I love the sound of thunder at 3 a. m.