Monday, January 3, 2011

Hate.

I hate it when it rains when I'm going home. I hate how some people can have everything in the world and still not be satisfied. I hate how people assume girls love pink. I hate how people think just because you're in pure science, you're smart. I hate it how people discriminate others just because their different. I hate it when you make me so worried. I hate it that you always make me happy. I hate it when you make me smile eventhough I'm having the worse day ever. I hate how you insult me but still make me laugh about it. I hate how you make me love you so much.



Full of Hate,
Jean Ann
Hate that I love you.

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