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’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 it that I don’t hate you.
Not even a little bit.
Not even close.
Not even at all.
(Source: ariellekebbel, via curtailed)
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’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 it that I don’t hate you.
Not even a little bit.
Not even close.
Not even at all.
Everyone else is growing and changing all the time, and that’s not really my jam. I’m more of a fast-blinking, stoic, removed, uncomfortably self-aware type. Like Data. Or Johnny Five, or Mork, or HAL, or KITT, or K-9, or Woodstock and / or Snoopy — of course Spock, probably goes without saying.
