You ignore me for days where you can't Look at me, Talk to me. Whatever. So how do you have the ***** to wave at me like my best friend when you pass me? Yeah, maybe I honked when you doubled back. But you can't drop me and pick me back up again. Maybe your grass isn't so green but I don't appreciate being toyed with because I'm not your personal Barbie Doll.
I don't enjoy being your toy as you play with my feelings.