Oh How I Hate Thee

On another note...Remember this?


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.



gee that's true shit...well not every single word {like combat boots and all} but tha last bit of it...frikken preachin to tha choir...but until you realize that you don't really hate me at all...we shall remain talkless {for lack of a better word}
ps: hate is a strong word...but low key, I hated you for tha 5 seconds it took me to grasp tha concept of you calling me a bitch...NOW I JUST REALLY REALLY REALLY DON'T LIKE YOU :) & doubt that will change.