I hate that I don't understand this sentence. Why in the hell would you put on a JMU Pi Kapp shirt, when you have plenty of old Mason ones? The purple burns the skin.
I hate that you don't understand how a fathers love can make him do things to himself that cause physical and psychological pain and suffering. I hate that I was sweating like a whore in church the whole time. I hate that when I got home I was reduced to crying naked and alone on the floor of the shower in an involuntary homage to the Crying Game.