I hate a lot of things about you. I hate how you don’t think, I hate that you do stupid things, I hate how you make me feel bad for yelling at you, I hate how I see you like family, I hate how much I really do care, I hate how much you’re changing. More than anything though, I hate how you don’t care. You don’t care about me, about anything but the silly things you do and your girl friend. It hurts, yanno? To make take so much time to help someone and they don’t care about a word you say. To see someone like a brother but to them you’re slowly becoming nothing.