I like boys with messy hair that goes in their eyes
I like dancing with the music only inside me, in the rain.
I like whenI wake up in the morning not tired.
I like remembering importantthings,like memories.
I like not caring what people think
In some ways, I loveeverything.
Its less, its less of a thing to like, itsless distinct, its less particular
I like things that I like but I love everything
There’s more choicein like
Cos even the worst things have things you love in them
I don’t know what youmean about things I hate
I hate people who get defensivebefore I do something wrong.
I hate people who assume.
I hate losingmemories.
I hate people who copy me, but in away, I like that they want what I am to be what they are..
I hate when my mother is hypocritical and when my dad won't admit he's wrong.
I hate this, wow. . .