I don’t like the smell of blown out candles.

I love the smell of peaches.

I don’t like people standing too close to me.

I love being hugged by a few select people.

I don’t like the number 4.

I love American Sign Language.

I don’t like the smell of Covington.

I love living in the city.

I don’t like Sarah Thong or what ever the fuck her name is.

I love Her from writing class.

I don’t like Starbucks prices.

I love their stupid cups.

I don’t like racism.

I love how I was raised.

I don’t like fuzzy socks.

I love my feet.

I don’t like talking about my feelings.

I love writing class.

I don’t like texting.

I love face to face.

I don’t like wine.

I love wine glasses.

I don’t like being on a budget.

I love spending money.

I don’t like my dad.

I love my grandmother.

I don’t like mean people.

I love fighting people.

I don’t like the color yellow.

I love the color purple.

I don’t like my older brother.

I love my little brother.

I don’t like my house messy.

I love to do nothing.

I don’t like my story.

I love my job.

I don’t like most humans.

I love my life.