and how do you feel about that?

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you always cry, I hate it when you stare. I hate your always broken shower 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 the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.