clarification

So now I'm crazy
because I don't love you, right?
Is that the point?

No! Wrong!
You're not crazy,
and you do love me.
That's the point.

But I don't. I hate you.
You were just some boy
who made me laugh
at a party once,
and now I loathe
the sight of you.
In fact,
if you come any closer,
if you touch me or anything,
I think I'll scream.