Occasionally a 90's teen movie sums my life up better than any entry I write could:
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'
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