Cynica Stories

I hated the world. I hated my life. I hated everyone. Cue word: Hated. Then there was this person: commonly known as the 'friend'. Friends? I'm not a friendly kind of girl, obviously, but this wanna be 'friend' doesn't get that. Annoying, irritating, come hither kinda gorgeous? This self-proclaimed friend just is. Except I don't see the sense for him to be'friend' me. For a bet, a deal or contract, maybe. But another exception-- I don't think he's that kind of guy. He's always lighthearted, trustworthy, open and his smiles are.... Stupid! Why am I thinking about things like that? I'm supposed to hate the world. Hate my life. Hate everyone. No one's an exception. Especially not him.