i'm not sure if it's a good thing to not know when you're hated.
it's awful to know, but it's not personal, surely.
how could anyone hate this boy.
it hurts my heart.
i'm glad he doesn't know.

look, it's not that i don't feel it, but hate's about the hater more than the hated. the hated is a scapegoat for the hate of the hater. anyway i'd rather err on the side of love.