i hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair. i hate the way you drive my car, i
hate it when you stare. i hate your big dumb combat boots and the
way you read my mind. i hate you so much it makes me sick, it
even makes me rhyme. i hate the way you’re always right, i
hate it when you lie. i hate it when you make me laugh, even
worse when you make me cry. i hate it when you’re not
around, and the fact that you didn’t call.
but mostly i hate the way i don’t
hate you, not even close…not even a little bit…not even at all.♥