Why is it that if someone hates me, I just can't leave it alone? It's like picking at a scab. It ends up worse than it was. And probably causes more scars. (That's right, kiddies, relish that mental picture.) It's just that deep down I keep thinking, "well I'm a nice person. If I just keep trying to be friendly, that person will see that I'm not so bad." Nope. I just have to realize that when it comes down to it, some people just don't like you.

Nuts to them.