seventy-five

i hate those people
that are so damn lovable
that you hate them.
but i guess it balances out because
i hate them in the end
so it's still like i really hate them
and that middle-love thing
doesn't really exist.
but it has to exist
because without the love,
i wouldn't hate them.

oh, you! and your stupid interesting blog
you don't even know i exist
god, i'm such a loser.

in other news,
i have a week left
yes, a week from today
and nothing has any closure
and i know it won't
i'll just leave all of you
without so much as a goodbye
and you'll hold it against me
just because i don't like to admit
that things are good
and over

i still have graduation presents to make
(uuggghhh)
and packing
and those last visits before departure

sometimes, i wonder
what's the point?
why does everyone feel such a necessity
to say hello and goodbye again?
it seems as useless as making a bed
that you'll sleep in

i don't believe in endings