People.

I detest those people who think they know you but do not.
I like people who's ears go red when they lie. If they're shaken up by it then I think they must be good people.
I don't like stupid people who assume you're like everyone else.
I don't like people who never give me a chance coz of what they've heard about me.
I like people who say what they're thinking, even if no one else agrees.
I don't like the people who make me uncomfortable to be myself.
I like people who bag me and whom I can bag, like my brothers.
I like those people who always look amazing but aren't aware of it.
I don't like people who are self-obsessed.
I like people who share their food with me.
I don't like people who make me feel bad for speaking.

I like people who make me think and make me laugh and ask me for help or advice and give me the same.
They're my favourite kind of people.
They're a rare kind of people.
I don't like losing those kinds of people.
I try and keep them in my pocket, coz they're the bestest.