I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you do your hair. I hate the way you mess my things. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb sneakers, 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 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.
and i guess that's the worse thing to realise that no matter how much of a lost cause a person is, letting go is still the most damn difficult thing to do. there's just too much master jedi bull going around in this fancy pancy prophaghandistic world.
