People are like a pen and paper, you write, then can’t go back. What’s done is done, and the only way to even remotely try to fix it is to scratch and scribble at the mistake, howling it will go away, an yet it still leaves its mark on you, leaves you with a bruise in your past and a falter in your confidence.
A. McCarthy

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 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

10 Things I Hate About You (via troyes-hotness)