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 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 when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that 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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I used to have the biggest crush on Larisa Oleynik back in middle and high school. I suppose I always wanted to explore the Secret World of Alex Mack.
Am I lame if this part made me cry too? Heath Ledger, we miss you!
Ooo! Fretless bass coming in right at the end there…oooh yeah.
it is a very very fine line between love and hate.
yeah, I really liked that part!
I hated this poem.
haha