frustration

i believe people stay up

late

at

night

thinking of ways to make my life miserable...

of ways to shatter me into

little,

tiny,

microscopic

pieces that they'd throw around like

confetti.

but why in the world should i flatter myself so?

ten things i hate about you

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 the way I don't hate you;
Not even close;
Not even a little bit;
Not even at all.