ain't nobody knows me, not even me can see it
-jason mraz
[the emotional masochist]

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aarthi
absolute fact
absolut fake
ah neh
birentha
crunch
gareth
mo
pujus
roach
secret
shar
tas

_define me_

look into my world.
watch my life unfold.
see it as i will.
the story of a girl.

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
more than 10 things i hate about you. ; 03:13

I hate it when you argue with me,
your stupid Geico caveman look.
I hate it when you ignore me,
and keep playing on your stupid injuries.

I hate it when you nag,
nag and nag and nag and nag and nag.
I hate it when come over and mess my place,
leave your stuff around and not clean up.

I hate you when you're mean to me,
even more when you're nice.
I hate the way you read my mind,
so much so i cant lie to you.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,
makes me worry till i'm sick.
I hate how much i care,
and that i even give a damn,

I hate how u accuse me of everything,
breaking your heart, abandoning you, bullying you.
I hate how you say you saw God,
for all the wrong wrong wrong reasons.

I hate how you make me say things,
things that i never like saying. ever.
I hate that you know that i hate saying those things,
and yet you make me say them!

I hate you making fun of me all the time,
all the damn time about every damn thing.
I hate it way you insist that you're always right,
and even more when you really are.

I hate that you make me laugh,
even when i'm pissed at you.
I hate how you make me cry,
especially when you not being a shit.

I hate it when you're not around,
and when i have to wait for your call.
I hate that you're on my mind
all the bloody time!

I hate that you made me read that poem,
out aloud to you!
I hate how you laugh at me,
like im some misbehaving child.


Right now,

I hate the fact that you made me blush,
and i know you'll do it again.
And i hate how ive run out of things to hate about you,
though i know this is not all of it.


But most of all.

I hate the way i don't hate you.
Can't hate you.
Not even close.
Not a single bit.


AND YOU KNOW IT!
JACKASS!

*glare*


-adapted from "10 things i hate about you poem"