out of 'it'

I hate waiting for people who never show up.

I hate not having a decent cookbook.

I hate my job calling me twice in a day because they can't figure out anything and don't bother asking our head photo who was working at the time.

I hate the idea of forgiving anyone who has hurt me. I'd rather hurt them back. I'd rather go after them. I'd rather make my anger known and make it an example for others to follow. don't mess with me.

I hate that I have exes who, after a year of me ignoring them, decide that it's perfectly cool to try talking to me again.

I'm going to go walk with my harmonica.