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How many emotions do you have? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty? Have you even bothered to try and count?

Well... lets list some of them, shall we?

Anger.

Happiness.

Sadness.

Joy.

Extacy.

Hurt.

Love.

Hate.

Well... theres eight. I didn't miss, any, did I? Yeah, I know, sadness and hurt are almost the same thing... but no, they still aren't. Don't believe me? Here... -just- to piss you off I'll explain all of them for your stupid little brains...

You feel anger when you are angry at people; duh. Anger comes and goes though... like you can be angery at your girlfriend for ditching you when you finally made the time of day to see her after three weeks.

Happiness... hmm... a definition of happiness... you know those kids that get really, really, really hyper? They aren't happy. Happiness is when your... content with your current state of being.

Sadness: when you are sad. Another no brainer. Seriously... if you didn't get that, you are D - U - M - B. You do know what that spells, right?

Good, your not illiterate.

Joy... rewind to the hyper kids. -They- are feeling uppermost joy. They can look around them and say 'lookattheprettybirdiesIwanttotouchthemcanIplaywiththemmommy?' and other incoherent things at a million words a minute. They look around them and trully love what they see. Joy for all life...

Extacy. Its that emotion thats written in all those sap stories after one of those sex scenes, where the person, guy or girl, realises they are in love with the other person, guy or girl, and that they had never had such sex before in their lives. They just -know- that it is the best, and will never get better... that's extacy in a nut shell.

Hurt... not the hurt where you scrap your knee hurt. When your heart throbs with pain because someone just broke it...

And I swear I don't read romance novels.

Love... okay. I'm not even gonna bother with this one. Too many people, too many different opinions, and I really don't feel like being yelled at anymore by your stupid people...

Ah... one I know very well. Hate. When you 'dislike' everything around you with some a passion that you wouldn't give a thought about killing someone or picking a fight just to get rid of a pesky annoyance. That is hate...

That is all I feel.

I hate everything.

I hate those stupid relationships from highschool that never turn out right. I hate those stupid hippies and other fucking religions that preach for peace. I hate you dumb bells that are reading this.

I hate those stupid hyper kids that run around the park, destroying the peace. I hate the damn sap stories that are in the newspaper, taking up space that could be used for job wanted adds or anything else. I hate those fucking romance novels that fucking chicks dig so fucking much.

I hate it how it costs me two dollars every morning to take the bus to my own job. I hate the damn company I get on the bus. I hate the fucking faggot bus driver.

So... why the hell don't I hate her?