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 it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
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 it when 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.
But here's the point. You might find out that thing you hate so much, is the very same thing you miss when it's gone.
Before, they had laughed at me, despising me for my ignorance and dullness; now, they hated me for my knowledge and understanding.
I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with... to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world... every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head...all the time.
— You're a disgusting, and i hate you!
— Then why are you still holding my hand?
The two of you killed everything I ever loved. Fuck you both.
You know, the day l did it... l took two razor blades to the bathtub. You know why?
Because l knew that once l started to bleed, l'd get weak... and l didn't want to drop one blade and leave myself half done.
Can you imagine that?
Can you imagine hating your life so much, that you want to bring a backup razor?
To be neutral does not mean to be indifferent or insensitive. You don't have to kill your feelings. It's enough to kill hatred within yourself.