I hate the way you talk to me. 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. She begins to cry as she continues to read. 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.