i hate the noise that your heels make when you enter the school at 6:53 every morning. i almost feel like they’re digging into my throat with every step. 

i hate my brother’s cockiness. he’s only twelve, but i hear him saying “that’s so easy, you’re so dumb” so his friend’s on the phone almost daily. he’s rude to my parents, rude to his friend’s parents, rude to just about everyone.

i hate that my parents won’t let me buy a camera with my own money, something that my other friends got from their parents for free. while, however, they’ll let me spend ridiculous amount of my own and their money on clothing and jewelry.

i hate the way you don’t even look at me when i go to every length to pass by your classes and go where you would be.

i hate the way that you look at me before i’m about to cry.

i hate the way that my grades have a correlation to my happiness.

i hate the way i have no control, but i’m still expected to make all of these decisions.

i hate the way you stopped asking if it was okay if you could smoke in my car. even though i don’t mind if you smoke, it was really cute.

i hate…

i hate it all.