I hate you.

I hate you.

In a "I want to have angry sex, make out with you, don't really hate you kind of way"

Fuck you. (very very much)

Here is a poem, customized to how I feel right now.

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you smile at me
I hate it when you stare

I hate your love of sea food
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me ryhme

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 the way 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.