At this point, I could probably fill a book with things I hate about myself. It's difficult to narrow down.
I hate my lack of self esteem...if I had to give it a number on a scale, it would be something around negative 200.
I hate my inability to talk to people, face to face, that are not a family member, a teacher, or a classmate that I'm working with (not by choice, mind you). I can't even look my own parents and sisters in the eye.
I hate my appearance; no matter how hard I try to find good points about it, I wind up negating them with my numerous flaws.
I hate my habits, from simply biting my nails all the time, to causing lasting physical damage to myself.
I hate my literal interpretation of things, and my naive outlook on certain subjects. It only earns me mockery, and makes everything worse.
I hate the past ten years, and how my psychiatrist has pretty much thrown different meds at me, seeing which ones would work, and which ones would make me more insane.
I hate my anger. It won't leave me alone...I am an understanding person, and I believe that everyone is basically kind, and deserves a second chance--but if someone angers me, even a bit, I spiral downward into a violent diatribe...I've been called psychotic because of it.
Worst of all, I hate my mind. I hate my personality. I hate how much I complain, and how often I'm currently using the word "I". I make myself sick.
...but on the upside, I'm trying to live through it. It's a bit annoying, though.