the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Sunday, July 23, 2006

I hate how you think i'm a lesser being than you.

I hate how you think there must be a practical and analytical way to do things.

I hate the way you make me feel dumb.

I hate the way you think you're always in the right.

I hate the awkward silence that falls on us whenever we're alone.

I hate that i can't stop feeling intimidated by you.

I hate to have act as though i don't want you.

I hate how we can't get along.

I hate having to watch my words and actions around you.

I hate not having that special connection with you anymore.

I hate you getting over me.

I hate how i'll never get over you getting over me.

I hate that you are always with her.

I hate that I have to give you up.

I hate that we can't like before.

I hate how you think that i'm lame and pathetic.

I hate how lame and pathetic i am.

I hate that you don't call or message like before.

I hate thinking that i have no right to call or msg you.

I hate the way you don't smile when i try hard to make you to.

I hate being so scared.

I hate being so tired of everything.

I hate how everything reminds me of you.

I hate the way i have become.

I hate that you don't give a damn.

I hate how you're not missing me.

I hate that i have pretend everything's ok.

I hate that I can't do anything to make things change.

I hate that i have so much hate in me.

I hate that after reading this, you'll pretend it wasn't about you.

I hate that i know i'm more pathetic, lame, weak and desperate after writing this down.

I hate that I can't scream, yell and shout my frustrations out.

I hate that you and her think I'm ok.

I hate that i make you guys think that way.

I hate being hopeful.

I hate being me.

I hate how i can't forget.

I hate myself for loving you.

I hate you.

I hate a lot,
Yanee

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