Hold on for a moment

I don't know what you think about me at all.
You have rarely spoken to me.

I have no idea of what to think, say, or do about you anymore.

You probably know more about me at this moment then I am able to recall about myself.

I still think that I am a fool.

I don't seem to mean anything to you.
Your friends don't like me.

This is what I think at times because you never spoke once enough for me to understand.