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 and mostly i hate the way i don't hate you not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
when i think i'm finally over you, you just had to dig up the past again. and the wounds just had to resurface again. you bastard.
BimboQueen
10/06/2004 12:22:00 pm
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The BimboQueen
Serene Loo;
Femme;
19 September 1987;
Nineteen going on Twenty;
Mass Communication Graduate;
Account Management Executive;
Nightlife;
Retail therapy & more retail therapy;
Very trigger happy;
hayzelle@hotmail.com