Oh come come now... I don't hate my parents, and I rarely feel misunderstood by my mother. I hate it when my parents demand to know what my friends and I are talking about on AIM, and I hate it when they brag about me. That's a big one... I HATE when my parents brag about me, so that goes to Mordor.
And I hate it that I understand how much my parents love me, at least as much as a teenager can understand that, but that they still drive me nuts.
And I hate that my continued exposure with the "bad kids" left me great friends and great memories, but also with rumors that idiots spread about me and a permanent paranoia of law enforcement officers.
So that goes to Mordor as well.