I hated...

I hated every second of primary school.
I hated everyone who only wanted me around because I was intelligent.
I hated the time I spent pining away over the girls I had split up with.
I hated every single one of my friends because of the things they were better than me.
I hated my computer because it keeps overheating the graphics card.
I hated myself because of my faults.

But now...

I still look back on my time at primary school in loathing. I still hate people who use me. I think that the time spent pining was just recovery, to appreciate what was lost and look forward to a new beginning. I know that my friends will specialize in something and I can't be better than them at everything. I accept that. I still hate that my graphics card but it's minor in my everyday life. And I still hate my faults but they are part of me. As much as my strengths are.