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I hate society— not the word, but the weight it straps to my back. I hate judging eyes, the kind that scan you like price tags in stores you were never meant to enter. I hate the whispers, those secondhand sentences stitched behind backs then sweetened with smiles when you turn around. I hate the ungrateful— the ones who drink from your cup then ask why it wasn’t full enough. I hate stone-throwers in glass houses who forget how loud their own silence shatters when truth hits back. I hate the crowd— the noise, the pretending, the push to perform when all I want is to exist in peace. And sometimes, I even hate the parts of me still trying to belong to a world I no longer believe in.
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Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 11:43 PM UTC
"Things I Hate (But Won't Say Out Loud)"
I hate society— not the word, but the weight it straps to my back. I hate judging eyes, the kind that scan you like price tags in stores you were never meant to enter. I hate the whispers, those secondhand sentences stitched behind backs then sweetened with smiles when you turn around. I hate the ungrateful— the ones who drink from your cup then ask why it wasn’t full enough. I hate stone-throwers in glass houses who forget how loud their own silence shatters when truth hits back. I hate the crowd— the noise, the pretending, the push to perform when all I want is to exist in peace. And sometimes, I even hate the parts of me still trying to belong to a world I no longer believe in.
Adora_Sunshine2004
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Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 11:43 PM UTC
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