I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me ryhme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

i miss cambodia. gah. i feel so lost. nothing to do. i wanna be back there. all work no play makes jack a dull boy. no work all play makes abigail with a lost mind. gah!!! i would rather be doing something. but i can't cos i dun have my laptop. and jerome won't let me edit the video. rants. hello hello shh shhh. dang. i think the 96 that they did on sarah was so funny. man i miss sleeping on the hard floor. cuddling up in my sleeping bag. loud snoring in my ear. the 'chungcole', the shovel, cement, bricks! ahhh!!! i miss making fun of eddy and being pranked. i miss playing soccer and the thrill of thrashing people. i miss closing my eyes so tight cos i dun wanna see no shit. i miss all the people. i miss the dust in my face. man i really wanna be back there. sigh. grumbles.