I'm not going to date you. I do not love you. I don't even like you.
I don't want to date a celebrity, and I don't want to date you.
I don't know how many times you and the conglomerate are going to make me say that before you believe that it's true.
I live with 100 homeless women. You are something to look at online sometimes, and sometimes I feel pity for how screwed up your life is, but mostly I hate you. How does that feel? Does it feel like love to you? If so, then you have problems, which I already know and you don't.
You have made me hate you.
Copyright L. Kochman, December 27, 2015 @ 5:57 p.m.
