My dad. He is not a nice man, nor a good man in any sense of the words. After years of being a tosser, I lost it with him when he hit me across the knee with the iron. Whilst it was on. Which really hurt. And all I could think was 'I hate you, you b*stard.' I'll never forget that, even though admittedly for some reason I still love the man as well as hate him

When I was 10, I had this best friend(and a little more than that...) named Elton Garcia. Well, we did everything together, you couldn't keep us apart. Well, Elton's mother hated me to bits, I don't know why but she hated me. Well, she told the camp that we went to, to keep us apart, we couldn't talk or see each other(yet we'd still find a way to sneak away from the councellors and be together). I remember hating his mother so much, because she just loathed me! Every time the bus driver brought our bus to his house to drop us off, she would give me this dirty look, and I would say under my breath(f**k you)(I started cursing when I was in 1st grade...) She eventually stopped hating me, and we were allowed to play together(She was an f-ing bitch!)

This guy named Jim Cox, I guess he was just too much like me

I hate PIMPs

My thieving Father.

Well, there are many people throughout history and around the world I intensely hate, but there is only one person whom I've actually met who I truly despise. My old year master at school (If you don't have year masters where you are, they are basically like a teacher which handles the administration and stuff for your year at school) Basically, when I was most in need (On the brink of a 4th suicide attempt), he said right to my face, that my suffering was meaningless, irrelevant to him, and the things I did were worthy of having me punished even more than I currently was... I trusted him almost literally with my life (as I went to him at such a desperate time, I was considering attempting to kill myself, and thought he might be able to do -something- helpful), I completely respected him in every way... And he just stared blankly at me, threatening to punish me, saying my cause was meaningless, and my suffering was justified, as I sat before him in utter tears, on the brink of death : / So yes, he is the first, and currently only person in my entire life who I truly despise. My only regret in life is not stabbing him in the face afterwards.

wow deep question, I was about 5 or 6 years old and used to ride the bus to school, this older girl who always sat behind me used to pull my hair, which was past my waist. Not like a tug I mean she pulled the ____ out of it! Made me cry. To this day I don't know her name but if I were to see her I would beat her senseless and shave her f_____g head! I hate her! She was just jealous.

my ex...i hate her with everything i have.

Hate? Never had that in my heart for anyone. Don't ever want to go there either it would be too damaging to my heart and soul. Hate requires upkeep, and I look forward not backward. Too many new things going on in my life to take time to rehash any old stuff.

My best mate when I was six. I lent him my bike which I'd just got for Christmas and he brought it back with a puncture.

i had a male college roommate that was terrible. he would beat me up on a daily schedule. i was a freshman he was a sophmore, and in ROTC. i wanted to electricute the guy. i maintained and didnt.

I hated my grandmother at an early age because she made me feel like I was the worst person in the world, never doing anything good enough -- basically made me hate myself.