I Hate It When

I hate it when I'm in a room full of people talking about something that I don't have any knowledge about and leaving me feeling so left out and excluded.
I hate it when I don't have anything interesting to say, or something to contribute to a group or a discussion since I'm either tired due to lack of sleep, or just feel uninformed. 
I hate it when I don't have a voice; I can't speak; I can't articulate my thoughts.
I hate it when I'm forced to stay silent. 
I hate it when I can't think.
I hate it when I can't see.
I hate it when I can't. 
I hate it when I.
I hate it when.
I hate it.
I hate.
I.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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