Jumat, 07 Januari 2011,19.07{ TM }
I hate the way you talk to me
I hate the way you use my ballpoint
I hate the way you copy my sheet
I hate the way you eat my food
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big noisy shoes
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much
It makes me sick
It makes me rime
I hate the way you always right
I hate it when you smile
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse you
When you make me cry
I hate it where you’re not around
And the fact you didn’t call
The fact you didn’t reply my messages
The fact you didn’t care
But mostly, I hate the way
I don’t hate you
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all
Label: letter, love story, teenage life
