I don't think I ever liked or appreciated anyone who told me that they hated life. To hate life means that I do not appreciate anything about it, and that life has nothing I like to offer me.
I certainly don't hate life. What if, however, I reverse that phrase, and instead of saying 'I hate life' I say 'life hates me'. What does that imply?
It means that regardless of how much I have tried to love life, it has never loved me back. I have tried in vain but achieved nothing because I have nothing it wants.
