she doesn’t like to think much when it’s weekend. she doesn’t like to cry thinking she’s done people wrong. she doesn’t like to mind other people’s words and she doesn’t mind it when it’s all directed to her. she likes the attention, anyway. she doesn’t like it when she has to stay up all night to appease the rage, thus giving out yet another piece of her as an offering. she doesn’t like the morning, she doesn’t like the chirping birds and she totally doesn’t like sunsets. she dislikes so many things you won’t even get to list it one by one, it’s never-ending. she brought the storm to the clear sky and she put your faults to bed, because at the end of the day, it was never your fault the rain is pouring down while the forecast said sunny all day long.