Why Not?

I hate how she laughs at me when I get hurt.
I hate how she ignores me when I say something.

I hate how she says she doesn't care.
I hate how she stares at random.

I hate it when, in the middle of a sentence, she'll stare blankly into space and never finish it.
I hate it when, and I am sad, she laughs at me and ignores me.

I hate it when, almost every day, she acts like she hardly knows me.
I hate it when, on days I am lonely, she won't go near me or be my partner in class.

I hate her when she yells at me when I'm trying to talk.
I hate her when she jabs at my arm and hurts me.

I hate her when she makes people gang up on me and thinks it's funny.
I hate her when she blabs on to me for an hour about her problems but yells, "I don't care!" when I try to tell her about mine.

I hate the fact that she seems to like me one day and hate me the next.
I hate the fact that she won't take the time to care about me when I care about her.

I hate the fact that she would never put her life on the line for me, but I would for her.
I hate the fact that she is accepted more than I am and she's worse than me.

I hate the way she laughs all the time for no good reason, usually at me.
I hate the way she can't remember what I say to her weven though she could and I remember what SHE says.

I hate the way she acts towards when I try to finish showing her something,
I hate the way she screams "Ow!" when she's poked, and means it.

I hate her habit of shoving into a group that doesn't want her.
I hate her habit of sticking her stomach out and licking her fingers at the same time.

I hate her habit of thinking she's cool.
I hate her habit of saying I'm not.

I hate her family's brainwashing her.
I hate her family's attitude towards me.
 
I hate her family's holding her back.
I hate her family's phone restriction of 5 minutes.

I hate that she never talks to me for more than three minutes at a time!
I hate that I know we'll never be TRUE best friends.

I hate that she wants to be cool even when she say it doesn't matter.
I hate that no matter what I'm cast out further by hanging out with her.

I hate what they say about the two of us.
I hate what she doesn't know.

I hate what she's becoming.
I hate what I'M becoming: the only one in my world.

I hate her!
I hate her!

She's supposed to be my best friend.
She's supposed to have a bond with me that'll never end!

I hate everything that she's made me do.
I hate everything while doing it, even when I want to.

I hate everything when she doesn't appreciate my art.
I hate everything she comments on about me, especially when she's still damn worse!

She's supposed to know me well!
I know her better!

I hate knowing she doesn't understand me.
I hate knowing she doesn't understand my rough road.

I hate knowing she thinks that I'm weird.
I hate knowing she isn't really my friend...

We rarely see each other outside of school!
We hardly know each other anymore.

I hate she should know that my attatching to someone lasts a long time, yet she doesn't.
I hate she should tell when i'm sad, yet she can't.

I hate she should be able to screw over what other think to be my best friend, yet she won't.
I hate she should know so much about me, yet she never will.

I hate her so much!
Why can't she understand?

I hate her way of being annoyed because I don't believe in God.
I hate her way of pointing it out to me when it shouldnt matter.

I hate her way, when i'm making a joke, she doesn't get it until 10 minutes late, and sometimes not at all.
I hate her way of making fun of me.

I'll miss her so much.
When we move on it will be like breaking my right hand.

I have one last year...
Then the rest of my life...

Oh help me.
She's my best friend.

-.- What will I do?
What will I do? -.-