I like you, you ignoring me, hate me, laugh at me. Do whatever you can to make me feel bad and then turn around and say I’m sorry I don’t hate you. No one hates you its just funny to see you mad. And then you start again. I feel like a punching bag a lifeless, hopeless, unloved punching bag and no one cares. So If no one hates me, if you don’t hate me then why can’t you answer, why can’t you respond, why can’t you just tell me you don’t like me and let me get over it. You know I like you, I’ve told you. And you didn’t respond, you didn’t even care. The fact that you didn’t care was the final blow the hardest punch of all.