I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive. I hate when you stare. I hate 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 are. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worsen 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.
