Grey, grey days my friend

I hate passing by Portugal street and looking without noticing to Lisboa restaurant and read lo mejor de Portugal.
I hate listening certain songs on the radio.
I hate msfuckin'n.
I hate rain on the saddest february night.
I hate having the desire of going to bed on a saturday night.
I hate that thinking in my trip makes me sad in some way (but no one knows).
I hate being so lost.
I hate being such a coward.
I hate being so naive.
I hate that my radio is broken.
I hate to hate things.
I hate having the need of making an "i hate" list.
I hate the fact that i can't stand certain things from me. That means that: a) deeply, i like them b) i'm a masochist
I hate my lack of decision-making hability.
I hate to like being with someone but afraid of calling that someone.

Oh!
I like something...