Yesterday's Fate

Because I am bored and reluctant to sleep.

I hate it when my father acts like he knows me.
I hate it when my mother thinks I'm still a small girl.
I hate it when I have a h2h talk with someone, face to face.
I hate it when I let my pride get in the way.
I hate it when I drift away from my friends.
I hate it when I try to be someone I'm not.
I hate it when I don't do something just so that I won't upset my mother. I'm not talking about getting bad grades. I'm talking about the fact that I do not have any nail polish because I don't want my mom to think that I don't care about getting good grades. Which would upset her.
I hate it when I cry.
I hate it when I'm PMS-ing. I'm a real bitch then.
I hate it when I'm shy.
I hate it when I'm late.
I hate it when my parents/friends argue.
I hate it when there's silence.
I hate it when I get mad at myself for getting mad at myself. Which would result in crying. Makes no sense.
I hate it when people tell me to have confidence.
I hate it when I don't know what I want.
I hate it when people bug me to tell them my birthday.
I hate it when people tell me to do things. Which is why I never read instructions or watch tutorials.
I hate it when I resent my sister for not being ... a typical teenager.
I hate it when my family members tease me about being a bimbo.
I hate it when I cry in front of people.
I hate it when I can't convey myself.

I love it when I meet my friends.
I love it when people say I'm insane.
I love it when I get what I want.
I love it when I remember last year's memories.
I love it when I'm having fun and carefree without a worry.
I love it when I feel close with my friends.
I love it when I succeed.
I love it when I wake up in the morning, and remember it's a holiday.
I love it when I wake up early in the morning.
I love it when I get something right.
I love it when someone can cheer me up.
I love it when someone can sense my unhappiness just through how I talk, without seeing them face to face. No, I am no attention whore.
I love it when I stay up late, listening to my iPod.
I love it when I daydream.

My most somewhat emotional post, as far as I can remember. I'm bored, really.