I hate you.
No, it’s not because of something you did to me personally. It’s deeper than that.
I hate you for breathing.
I hate you for taking up my air.
I hate you for hassling me.
I hate you for watching “Friends”.
I hate you being a walking billboard for some fashion magazine.
I hate you for buying Oprah’s Book of the Month.
I hate you for the flag sticker in your front room window.
I hate you for your devotion to that damned Bible.
I hate you for Minute Rice.
I hate you for Shake and Bake.
I hate you for “Seventh Heaven”.
I hate you for the Victoria Secret Catalogue.
I hate you for fast food.
I hate you for going to the mall.
I hate you for driving everywhere in a hurry ignoring the world around you.
I hate you for pledging allegiance to a piece of cloth instead of your fellow humans.
I hate you.
I really fucking hate you.
Yes, I do.