*coughs coughs*
phew... that's one whole bloody inch of dust!
remember this movie? i used to keep watching it over and over again. and i even play it over and over again at the part where she reads the poem so that i can copy it down, re-read it and make sure i didnt copy it wrongly.
search engines nowadays, google oni la. can find anything d. hee~
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.
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And I hate u for making me cry by remembering this scene :(
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