Every week you sit in front of me in New American Gothic, and every week you look like you hate the world. Is there someone perpetually pissing in your cornflakes? And why do you turn around and give me dirty looks every time I so much as breathe? I have gone out of my way to not even /touch/ the back of your chair as of late, and you still keep looking at me like you wish I would go and die, so I don't know what it is that has you so incredibly pissed off 24/7.
But you know what? Keep right on glaring at me, because I'd rather feel like everyone hates me than go around hating everyone.
No love, me.
There's a disdainful hipster girl in my Ling class that sounds similar to this girl, except mine also seems perpetually strung out.
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