all the things i hate about you.

I hate the way he talks to me, so confident yet unbearable but his words are always true, and the way he let me call him wippo. I hate the way he complains when i'm messing with the gear. I hate it when he stares when i say something. I hate the way he read my mind, as if we had chemistry. I hate him so much that it makes me sick; it even makes me write this 10 things i hate about you. I hate the way that he might always seem to be my mr. right. I hate it when he called me sengal,eventho he's also sengal. I hate it when he makes silly jokes, even worse when he make me miserable and depressed. I hate it when he’s not around, and the fact that he didn't call or sms. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate him. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. And i know what am i doing.