I HATE IT!
I hate it that you're autistic.
I hate it that you say things I know you don't mean but that still hurt some part of me only revealed by our argument.
I hate that I feel as though I kept the argument going unnecessarily.
I hate that you don't listen to me.
I hate that you only think about yourself.
I hate it that you can never be "normal" around people.
I hate that I feel embarrassed when you act autistic.
I hate it when people act condescending toward you.
I hate it when people say "retarded".
I hate that you have a 75% chance of being retarded in the real sense of the word.
I hate how guilty I feel for arguing with you.
I hate that I'm still crying.
I hate that I'm writing a sappy list poem.
I hate it that it's coming across badly.
I hate how awkward the both of us are.
I hate that nobody from a "typical" family/background understands what it's like to live with an autistic person.
I hate that people don't understand that it's not a mental illness.
I hate your music.
I hate your autistic tendencies- your talking to yourself, your perseverances, your "stims".
I hate that autism has become an integral part of my life.
I hate that I just used the word integral.
I hate that I don't fully know what it means.
I hate my English teacher.
I hate that we're expected to know so much that we can't use.
I hate stupid people.
I hate that I can't watch Madtv for at least a week after one of your parties.
I hate it when people act like they know everything.
I hate that I might come across that way sometimes.
I hate that everyone expects something from me.
I hate busywork.
I hate that you cried too.
I hate that I cried mainly because I thought you would turn it down.
I hate that I cried afterward because I was offended by something you said which you didn't mean.
I hate it that some people are going to judge me or feel sorry for me when they read this.
I hate that this might come across as stereotypical.
I hate that I constantly have to worry about being judged.
I hate that I think about that stuff.
I hate that I only have three hours now.
I hate worthless comments.
I hate people and things that waste time.
I hate that I waste a lot of time.
I hate it when people are better than me.
I hate it that I'm worried about the stupid little things.
I hate it that I want to swear right now.
I hate it that I'm going to start crying again.
I hate people who ask stupid or embarrassing questions.
I hate my empathy sometimes.