Thanks for the comment btw. much appreciated.

I hate and love that I can never stay mad at my favorite people.

I hate and love that I love you.

And I hate and love that I love him.

And I hate and love school, because I hate and love the familiar faces.
The ones I have seen every year for the past five years.

The ones I hate.
And the ones I love, and missed so much over the summer.

And I hate and love myself, because I can do so much!
But I do so little...

And I hate the way you look at me, but I hate it when you aren't looking.

And I love to sleep when I am upset because it makes everything disappear, but I hate lazing around being miserable and feeling sorry for myself.

And I hate the way you trip over your words when there are things I want to hear, and I love when you trip over your words when you are trying to cheer me up because it means you truly care.

And I hate the way I will always love my first love, and I hate that no matter what he will always love her...
And I love that I don't have to see his face anymore, or hear his voice.

And I hate that I missed that party, but I love that I did because it makes things easier.

And I hate that I liked Dennis Wass for so long, and let him take advantage of me, but I loved the feeling of his lips on mine and his body against mine, and his hand in mine. And I hated that he was ashamed to be seen in public with me.

And I hate digging up old bones like this, but I love getting things off my chest.

I hate my boyfriends obsession with computers, and I love my boyfriend so much.

And I hate myself for always letting people push me around and budge in front of me in this ridiculous narrow line we call life, and I love that I am generous enough to let people go in front of me.

And I hate that I am constantly biting my tongue, and not saying what I really mean, but I love that no one will ever truly meet my demons.

I love memories of my childhood and take pride in remembering so well, and so far back, but I fucking hate that trailer court and that house because of the bad memories.
The ones I have wished and tried so long and hard to forget. And I want to hate the people who did that to a seven year old girl, but I have to forgive and move on.

And I absolutely love popping bubble wrap, the feeling and the sound! but I hate when there is no more to pop, and all that remains is a tattered piece of lifeless plastic.

And I love standing in the rain, and the way it becomes such a task to peel wet clothes off before hopping into a nice hot shower, but I hate getting sick, and having to stay home from school.

Because I love seeing familiar faces, and I hate seeing them walk away...

Especially when I know they aren't coming back.