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 damn 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 worst 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.
My favourite poem, My favourite show, Health Ledger will be missed. That charming smile. Grr. Anyways, the poem, doesn't really affect me, but it does a little. Not to anyone, just to myself. im back to emotional thoughts. Its not like me, there's no reason to this, there really isn't. Oh well.
