I hate her.
I hate her I hate her I hate her.
There was one person that I hated the most,
One that I would go out of my way on the street to throw an egg at.
Now there's another.
Oh god I hate her.
Hate is a strong word, duh, which expresses so freely what I feel for this whorebag.
I want to ram my car up the back of hers.
I want to tear at her hair.
But I feel so, so, so mean.
But I can't help this raging feeling soaring through me.
I don't want to hate. Oh god, I don't want to hate.
But it just is.
She doesn't even know it.
She should get her own friends before she steals MY best friend.