“i know hate is a strong word and everything, but it’s okay": we’re teenagers.” – cecily von ziegesar

so i know i’m not a teenager anymore.
but here’s the thing.
so there’s this girl i know.

her name is kylie.
i have a few classes with her.
and we’ll pretty much take the same classes until we graduate.
and we’ll try and student teach together.
only here’s the thing.
i hate her.
as in, i hate her guts.
i hate how she shares her reeses with me.
i hate how she shares her chocolate-covered cinnamon bears with me.
i hate how she reminds me to sign up for spring classes.
i hate that we vent to each other about the weird people in our lives.
i almost didn’t put a picture of her on here.
i told you—i hate her.
but then i decided i should be nice…
but i hate how she always makes me laugh.
i hate that we are both obsessed with videos about ranch taste tests.
i hate how much fun we have when we [don’t] pay attention in our classes.
i hate that we help each other survive in these long classes.
doesn’t she sound like the worst ever?
don’t worry.
she is :)