I don’t like you.
You absolutely frustrate me. I don’t know what I’ve done to you to make you hate me. Just because you do, you don’t have to shove it in my face. Why do you have to be a jerk only to me? I knew you, but now i don’t. Before, you thought i hated you, and i thought you hated me. It was all a joke then, but now, i guess it’s reality.

