Dedicated to someone that I don't really know.
I know I shouldn't feel like this about you, but I do...

I hate you.

That's right. I barely know you, talked to you for maybe a good ten minutes or so, but I hate you.

Not quite to the extent where I wish you were dead , but I really can't wait till I never have to deal with you again.

You've never done anything to me. I've never done anything to you. I have no real reason to even mildly dislike you.

But sometimes the illogical reasons in my head speak so much louder than the logical reasons all around me.

Every time I hear your sickly sweet voice, every someone mentions your name, I wish you would just disappear.

Maybe it's because you try too hard. That's probably it. I can see right through your superficial nice act and it makes me wish that you'd be honest with me (and yourself). I wish you'd stop pretending. That's right, cut the act, because it might have fooled everyone else, but I'm not buying your package now. I'm not going to like you any better when you're pretending to be Miss Perfect, because nobody is ever perfect in my eyes.

Why do you want to get to know me or even be friends with someone like me anyway ? Is it just because you feel you have to ? Is it because you feel socially obligated to befriend me (because I know someone like you wouldn't normally associate with someone like me) ? Or is it because you want to prove yourself to me?

Don't you even start to think for just one second that you're relating to how I feel or felt at any one stage of my life. Don't you even dare to give me your opinion. You don't even have a clue. And even if you did, I wouldn't even believe you. That's right, I can't ever believe a word you say, because I can't even believe in who you are because, quite frankly, I don't think you even believe in yourself.

Do you know what I'm going to do with you now?

No ? That's okay, because I'm not quite sure either. I'm sure it will come to me as soon as you start up with those niceties that you do so well. I'll probably play along with your little game and at the end of it I'll have you not knowing what you believe, and wishing that you never knew me.

Oh well, at least then I'll be happy.

And isn't that what always ends up counting the most?