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 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.
Personal writing of
Nunu Fithria
Saturday, November 15, 2008
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1:16 AM
2 Writebacks:
Sunday, January 11, 2009
pinjem film nya!!!
Monday, January 12, 2009
gua copy-in dah ya haha
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