I hate stubbing my toe, smacking my wrists on extremities, waking up late, doing homework, sleep paralysis.
I hate the garbage television. I hate the garbage universities. I hate the garbage system itself.
I hate groupthink. I hate people who hate me.
I hate that my very existence is determined by other people.
I hate that I cannot explain myself properly.
I hate that the ones closest to me cannot understand me because of my failure of being able to explain myself.
I hate that I'm broke after paying rent.
I hate that people are dying needlessly all over the world.
I hate pedophiles.
I hate rapists.
I hate murderers.
Does this make me a hateful person?
Hate's a pretty strong word/emotion: I dislike many things but there's not much I have real hate for.
Maybe nonsense comes close: not SDBH nonsense, more like persistent logical contradiction.