I hate that my mother didn't love me, I hate that I didn't do well in school. I hate that I'm shy to the point that it affects my daily life. I hate that I got married at 18 to a man I didn't love because my self-esteem was just that low (wait...that one depends on how u look at it: If I hadn't married him, I wouldn't have my son and he's the most valuable part of my life; also, if I hadn't married the WRONG man I wouldn't have known what to look for in the RIGHT man, who I'm married to now). I hate that I was made fun of all through school to the point that now when I hear people around me whispering and laughing I think they're talking about me. I hate that I wasn't a better mother to my son. I hate that I'm not valuable or productive; just a waste of space. I hate that I have such a strong spirit of jealousy (jealous of others because they're better than me). I hate that after I lost 75 pounds, I gained it all back and then some. I hate that I can't get myself in the mindset to lose that weight again. I hate that because I quit working my husband is having to work so hard to pay all of our bills. I hate that I didn't go to college so when I do start working again, I'll have to work yet another job that I hate. I hate that I'm so depressed even though I have such a wonderful husband who loves me with all of his heart and who I love with all of my heart and I have a son who I'm proud of. I really, really hate that I'm hurting them with my severe depression and I hate to think of the pain I'll be causing them if I ever get up the courage to go through with killing myself. I hate that I've got such complicated problems in my life that I don't know how to untangle them. I hate that I was the one sitting beside my mother's bed when she died because now I'll have to live the rest of my life wondering if I had known she was dying instead of thinking that she was falling asleep, if I had called 911 sooner, would she still be alive. I hate that my body always hurts to bad due to rheumatoid arhritis. I hate that I'm always getting sick (headaches, nausea, dizziness).
I'm sure I'll think of more later, but that's all I could come up with on the spur of the moment.