As the title suggests, I don’t like you. I’m not playing hard to get, I don’t care how much money you’ve spent on Me. I genuinely don’t fucking like you, and your dick jumps every time you hear Me say it. It's easier to say that you’re addicted to rejection, instead of deluding yourself into an alternate timeline where I would ever like you back. Stroke to My unrequited love, loser. I hope My apathy endlessly fuels the intensity of your arousal.