I hate malls.  I just do.  I hate them for so many reasons.  I hate them because they never have what I want.  I hate them because when they do it’s the wrong size.  I hate them because I get to see how happy everyone else is with their friends.  I hate them because I get to see how happy couples are together walking around.  I hate them because they remind me of how lonely I am sometimes.  I hate them because they remind me of how much of a social outcast I am.  I hate them because my family always takes too long to get what they want.  I hate them because I feel out of place trying to buy new clothes.  I hate them because the parking lots are always full.  I hate them because the food is way too expensive.  I hate them because there isn’t even one in my hometown.  I hate them because they always close the stores that I was interested in.  I hate them because I feel self-conscious in them.  I hate them because sometimes they things I am self-conscious about actually happen.  I hate them because I always get lost going to new ones.  I hate them because I act like a jackass when I’m there with my friends.  I hate them because I know I’ll never pick up a girl there.  I hate them because I see people I used to know that don’t talk to me anymore.  I hate them because I never see the people I want to see there.  I hate them because of the lighting.  I hate them because they remind me of when I was happier in my childhood.  I hate them because they remind me of my family that I don’t get to see that often.  I hate them because I see so many posers there.  I hate them because they make me feel like a hypocrite for calling people posers.  I hate them because they get overcrowded at Christmas.  I hate them because there are so many douche bags there.  I hate them because there are so many fake chicks there.  I hate them because they make me feel bad for silently judging people.  I hate malls, but, do you wanna go?