Bipolar Bear

I have a love/hate relationship with love and hate.

I Am Trying to Break Your Heart

People are in love with you. Your best friend is in love with you. The whole second floor. Half of your graduating class. Even the successful ones. Even the lucky ones. Everyone is in love with you, but I’m not. I make a point of it. Every day I think about one thing I hate about you. Today I picked your eyes. I wonder if you could tell. I didn’t look, and when I did, I made sure to notice exactly what was so ugly: You have bulldozer eyes. You blink like a baby fish. Your pupils are semi precious stones.

Puppy Shove

Elizabeth: i might get a puppy
Me: you hate puppies.
Elizabeth: only the ones i don’t have

Notes on Moving

I hate change. Especially pennies.