I want to get my eyebrows done and to go to the mall but I don’t want to go alone :/
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,



