i hate u miles

if I were to write him a letter, i would not use ink. i would carve each word into stone, then bury it so that when its uncovered years later, my hatred for him will still be remembered and treated as an ancient relic. i don't just hate miles. i reject everything he is. the way he speaks, the way he thinks, the way he breathes, it all feels like an insult to the idea of existence. he’s not misunderstood. he’s not deep. he’s just pathetic, loud, and constantly wrong in the most tiring way imaginable. if i could erase one person from memory, from history, from the fabric of time
it would be miles. i don’t dislike him in passing. it’s not a mood. it’s not temporary. it’s rooted. there’s no depth to my dislike for him, it’s all surface, because that’s all he is. surface-level noise. i don’t wish him harm. i just wish i never had to remember he existed. thats all thank u for coming to my ted talk