At this stage in my life I don’t think I'm going to write anything worthwhile.

lunes, 4 de julio de 2011

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 it... 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.

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