Usb Controllerdolphin

I hate.

hate to walk with grace, dressing to my taste, to be kind, cordial, nice and boring sometimes. Hate
tired of me, that entertain, have fun, I smile and I look ugly. Hate
speaking calmly in the world, answer me quickly with boldness and a joke.
hate to stay silent and just listen.
hate your eyes speak to me much for what little he says. I hate
convey emotions that would not, sitting next to me, that allows me to sit beside him.
hate to do things that I like, which I would like to ... Hate
not feel shame to ask personal things that I ask even the most terrible of desfachateces. Hate
guesses, to lie, it is a fake, who speaks with sincerity.
hate to ask, responsive, and that intrigues me interested. Hate
not look interested ... I hate
ignore, change the subject, saying that "the day seems nice."
hate to be him and for him. Hate
know me, from the tip of my foot to the last hair on my head. Hate
shake my world every time it occurs.
Hate your interests and desires, their vices and tastes.
hate their stories and inventions, creativity and art.
hate to hear it everywhere ...
hate even the tiny fiber of his black hair, pale skin and his height, his delicate hands ... I hate the fact
invented as a semi-unknown and perform well in the role.
hate his memory for words that should have been forgotten ...
And I hate you for reminding me always, every day until the second smallest in the minutes I spend thinking about him.
And I hate for hate, and dream you hate me, and talk, answer, and accept.
I hate myself because I hate to love him. And I can not really hate ...
I hate to say I do not feel it.
And I hate myself for loving ...