Don't Read; This Isn't Meant Fer You.

I Don't Hate You.

I Just Loathe The Sight Of You.

I Can't Believe I'm Breathing The Same Tinted Air AS You.

You Fuel My Angst,

Feed My Abhorrence.

If I Could Make It,

I'll Make It Happen.

If I Could Never Speak To You

-Again.

Life Would Be A Sweeter Breeze.