Jan 14
2 min read
I hate you, but I love fucking you.
In the office, we constantly snipe at each other, convinced of the other person’s mediocrity and our own superiority. You’ve left dozens of passive-aggressive notes on my desk because you know it raises my blood pressure. And I’ve swiped your pens, not because I need them, not because I want them, but because I know it makes your blood heat up with anger.
