I hate the fact that he uses his extreme powers of manipulation to bend people to his bidding. I hate his ability to turn anyone straight to at least bi if he wanted to. I hate the fact that he plays with people's hearts to have his way with an unsuspecting person.
I hate the fact that he has a better selection of clothes to choose from. I hate the fact that he can dance just about anything. I hate the fact that he has an operatic range and can just about sing the pants off of anyone. I hate the fact that he won Say What Karaoke.
I hate his charisma. I hate how the room gravitates towards him when he walks through the door. I hate how everyone always greets him with a smile regardless. I hate his over-inflated ego. I hate his all-consuming conceit. I hate his mountain-crushing hubris.
I wish someone could just knock him down and make him feel terrible and miserable the way his ego needs a serious bitchslap.
Because as much as I hate who he is, I hate myself for being seduced by him.
I hate him.
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