May 2, 2012
March 4, 2012
am I the only one who loves looking at my own veins for a while
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 when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate it that I don’t hate you.
Not even a little bit.
Not even close.
Not even at all.
(Source: dzuba)
