Side note~ When i was in the 3rd grade, i had a friend, her name was Heather. Over spring Break that year Heather got into a car accident when riding with her Grandmother. The other car T-boned Heathers grandmas car right where she was sitting. Heather died at
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 thought what we had was special. I guess I was wrong; you are just like the other *ssholes I've dated.
You said you loved me, but I don't believe you anymore.
I use to think that we would be together for forever;