I hate family. I hate having to repeat myself. I hate having to explain everything I do. I hate people calling me Kerstin. I hate people asking me questions. I hate having the TV volume up so loud I can hear it in the attic. I hate how everyone has to yell for my grandpa to hear them. I hate how people force me to eat. I hate how it takes 2 hours to look for a movie that no one even wants to watch. I hate the Waltons. I hate Animal Planet. I hate the Inspiration channel. I hate gospel music. I hate how my sister talks like a baby to old people.  I hate sharing my bathroom with my grandpa. I hate how I can't sleep. I hate how I cry when I sing. I hate how my laptop is too slow to play Tetris or any other games. I hate how I can't read when people are yelling. I hate having to eat left overs because other people are having seafood. I hate when people yell at me for eating too fast. I hate how there are too many cookies in the house. I hate that I don't dance or fence anymore. I hate that I haven't finished a book since November. I hate that I haven't read a book since December. I hate how food makes me so sick.  I hate how I can't beat Gohma. I hate that I can't finish anything. I hate that I haven't finished any piece of music I've written. I hate that I've never made central districts and everyone acts so surprised. I hate that I'm awful at violin and people think I'm good. I hate pizza. I hate how my hands get sweaty when I run. I hate how I think of Sarah Palin every time someone mentions Alaska.  I hate football. I hate golf. I hate people who are obsessed with material wealth. I hate yoga pants that aren't being worn for yoga.  I hate how I have brown fur stuck to the bottom of my feet after I wear my boots. I hate how my cousins think I love cheetah print when I absolutely hate it. I hate metal silverware. I hate fat lazy cats. I hate fish, dead or alive. I hate chick flicks. I hate pink. I hate Nicholas Cage.  I hate being told what to do. I hate having to wash my clothes. I hate not being able to go outside because its below zero.  I hate the way my sister laughs. I hate sleeping with my window closed. I hate being nice to people when I really want to hit them. I hate hauling percussion equipment off trucks. I hate not wearing gloves outside. I hate that my mom steals my socks. I hate handing out programs. I hate adults that assume I'm an idiot and I don't know anything. I hate chairs and stands. I hate that oboist.  I hate that my violin doesn't fit in my locker with my viola. I hate how inconsiderate people are because they're so selfish. I hate that my parents butt into my personal life. I hate how I don't have any really close friends. I hate how my hands smell after I eat pizza.  I hate studying for midterms. I hate failing classes. I hate being asked what my favorite things are. I hate how the front left burner on the stove doesn't turn on so it leaks gas for a few seconds and makes the whole kitchen smell like death. I hate how the little red bowls can't go in the microwave. I hate sponges. I hate dirty dish water. I hate American Idol. I hate 99% of famous female vocalists. I hate sharing a bus with chorus kids. I hate talking about college. I hate talking to strangers.  I hate interviews. I hate heart burn. I hate stretch marks. I hate growing. I hate my wisdom teeth. I hate that my dentist said I'm not getting my wisdom teeth out. I hate 4th finger on viola. I hate flossing. I hate brushing my teeth. I hate turning on the light when I shower. I hate that I have no ass.  I hate that I don't own nice clothes. I hate that I don't want to spend money on nice clothes. I hate that I want nice clothes. I hate that I don't own thick enough gloves so I have to double them up. I hate that my sister thinks she's funny and has my dad's sense of humor but she doesn't at all and she's not funny. I hate that I can't remember my dreams. I hate that my dreams aren't real. I hate that I have to eat. I hate that I don't chew my food. I hate that I've never broken any bones, choked, or passed out for more than a minute. I hate that I never ride my bike anymore. I hate that I don't have enough money for nice roller skates. I hate that I probably have enough money for roller skates but I haven't got around to getting them. I hate that I haven't got my license yet. I hate chocolate cake. I hate fondant. I hate cities. I hate large groups of people. I hate people. I hate New York City. I hate French. I hate France. I hate French people. I hate French Fries. I hate that I hate French Fries because I had I bad dream about them. I hate baby carrots because they look like dry, dehydrated flesh. I hate that I love steak but I'm a vegetarian. I hate that I don't get a car until sophomore year of college. I hate eye drops. I hate that I feel nauseous 12 hours a day. I hate that I have to take antidepressants. I hate that I chose to play violin instead of harp. I hate that I quit cello. I hate that I didn't get a 5 string electric violin. I hate that I love him and I don't do anything about it. I hate Netflix. I hate that I look like my mom. I hate that my eyes won't turn green until I'm older. I hate that my blue blanket leaves fuzz on everything. I hate how people yell at me and tell me what to do in college. I hate that I took advice from that stupid guy who told me not to major in music. I hate how he told me music is only a hobby for me. I hate adults, all of them. I hate how I don't eat things after the expiration date. I hate snow. I hate technology. I hate fluorescent lights. I hate eye strain. I hate how the Nordic Track makes my right calf hurt more than my left. I hate lower back pain. I hate that I never took gymnastics because my mom wouldn't let me. I hate that this list is so long. I hate that I hate everything.