Apathy

I like the way my room looks
When light strikes pale sea green walls
I like the curve of my back
I like the sound of windchimes
I like the feeling of grass under my feet
I like summer mornings
I like the way sunlight plays off water

I hate heights--dizzying drops of terror
I hate my alarm clock
I hate the sound of blaring tubas
I hate feeling abandonded
I hate Gap models
I hate being labelled
I hate narrow-minded people

I like Fridays
(I hate Mondays)
I like dogs
(I hate snakes)
I like freedom of speech
(I hate censorship)
I like laughing
(I hate people who make me cry)