You hate her. You hate her with a passion. No one else has been able to make you as angry as she does. For some reason, she just really touches a nerve. So many things to hate…

You hate her because she's clumsy.

You hate her because she eats more food than you do.

You hate her because she gets kidnapped all the damn time.

You hate her because she's loud.

You hate her because she whines.

You hate her because she doesn't whine when she should.

You hate her because she sings constantly.

You hate her because when she does, you think about your mother.

You hate her because she laughs, and it makes you feel funny inside.

You hate her because she cries, and it hurts you worse than the sword's edge.

You hate her because she makes you hot, but you can't touch her.

You hate her because she makes you stronger.

You hate her because she's your weakness.

You hate her because you worry about her constantly.

You hate her because even when you left her, you didn't really leave her.

You hate her because you hurt every time you think of her, and you don't really know why.

You hate her because this feeling won't go away.

You hate her because you're afraid this feeling may not actually be hate.

Shit.