Just another rant

I fucking hate the weather in this city. I hate how much everything costs. I hate how I want everything and nothing at the same time. I hate pretending I am happy. I hate the fact that my love life is non-existent. I hate the fact that I cannot for the life of me find a minimum wage job. I hate the white guy in the gym who thinks he's the shit. I hate how much money I waste. I own things people dream about, but it couldn't put a smile on my face for anything. I hate how I am never acknowledged for anything I do. I hate living so far from my family, but what I hate more is knowing that I chose to. I hate how much rent costs. I hate how much my monthly cable/wireless/phone bill is. I hate paying five dollars for a macchiato every day when it only satisfies me for three short minutes. I hate not knowing what to do or what I want in life, because I thought I had it all figured out. I hate feeling lonely every day but at the same time I find peace with it. I hate lying to myself and to everyone else. I hate that memories of the past continue to hold me back day in and day out, but I can't seem to let them go. I hate how I have to write things I hate about because I know in my heart how fortunate I am to have the things I have and to have seen the places I have seen, but a piece of my heart is missing and I don't know where to find it. —Empty