Rawest form.

I hate your stupid blog. I hate your fucking face. I hate your hair. I hate the way you type and what you write. I hate your sweatshirts and the clothes you think look good. I hate your smile. I hate your shoes. I hate your pretentious love of fashion. I hate Toronto. I hate cold hands. I hate how my white couch is now tan. I hate your stupid fucking jeans. I hate medicine and illness. I hate how brown isn't black in some cases. I hate that my steve madden rain boots are gone. I hate neon colors and 1980s inspired clothes. I hate tacky. I hate raw hide. I hate when my dog is sad. I hate how you tell me what to do. I hate the way you talk to me. I hate how we haven't spoke in weeks. 

I love chocolate. I love wine. I love travel. I love movies. I love writing. I love Lily.