10 things I hate about You
This is more of a letter to the people in my Grad school that I thought would stay forever, people I used to call my friends. The original dialogue goes somewhat like this 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 it, 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. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. Honestly I'm short of words as tears threaten to well my eyes. There's these 3 people I called mine, three people I cannot get out of my mind and even in the moments I felt overpowering hatred toward them, It could never be hate beca...
