I hate it when things make me think too much. I hate being so scared of the future, instead of embracing it. I hate my eternal fear of change. On the other hand, I hate the thought of being ordinary.
Even more than that, I hate that the pain you think is gone sneaks up on you, takes you by surprise. It's startling. Or when pain you've put behind you is resurfaced and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
The thing I hate the most is the thought that they will forget me. That they'll replace me. That these vows of togetherness will fade, and soon I'll be nothing more than the aunt that lived with them once or the high school best friend. That's the worst.