I hate your fashion sense. I hate how unloving you are, serving yourself first such as spreading butter on the bread and eating it instead of giving it to me. I hate how pretentious you are, offering to pay something for me but end up taking your cash or credit card unwillingly and I, ended up paying for it. I hate the clueless you, not caring to give me any opinions when i am stuck between choices of what to buy. I hate how you always raise your voice at me. I hate how you always seize every opportunity to look at girls. I hate how you always forget that I am by your side. I hate your indifference. I hate your hurtful jokes, which are mostly about how fat or ugly or how pimply i look. I hate your jokes. Most of all, I hate your never ending lies.