Hey, give me a break!

I don’t like you. Do you U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D?

I can’t really put a finger on it and maybe I don’t want to.

What if I find out what it is, and realize that I’m wrong? That it’s not the end of the world? That we may very well get along after all?

I hate being wrong.

Maybe it’s something about me that I don’t like, and you just happen to remind me of it. I don’t like you … because I don’t like me. And then I’d have to change.

I don’t like change.