#quatation

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 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.