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 the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
My name is Hunter.
I love you.
I really love Tree.
I smoke a lot of Tree.
Don't like it?
Well, why should I care? cuntroffles!
I'm ninetEEn years old.
If you were to tell me I was cute and you were ugly and I hated you, i'd call you stupid or somthing and then kick you. Cool? Cool.
Hey little girls!!! Aged 17-Down yonder, FUCK OFF. Alright so that's a little harsch...Seriously though, FUCK OFF. I don't want to talk to you and your little boobs and peach fuzzed vag's and cocks. OH OH OH and if you're gay, FUCK OFF. I'm not homophobic or nothin but you guys PISS me off when you hit on me.
Thursday, August 28, 2008 9:19:28 PM GMT
hahah that picture makes me giggle...btw my silly face and that ridiculous bruise on my chin...hahahaha...were awesome friends and we are better...woot woot* <3