"Don't threaten me if you don't know me. Don't fight me when you're proud. Don't hate me when we're not on the same page."

I guess to be enemies, we need to be somewhere of the same calibre. I'm afraid I'm far too low a person to be hated by a someone like you. Think about it, is it really worth it, making enemies with myself? Is it worth cold shouldering one another when we're in the same book, on the same page, three lines down from the top? Next to each other. Analyse.

I'll tell you something- you're not exactly my favourite person right now. And I think I'm spot on at guessing that I'm not on yours too. Strength. Do you need a strength of a million, or the strength of yourself? Getting allies on your side, does it mean you're a better player? Does it mean you'll conquer? Principles. Get them in check.

Effect, Affect. The people whom have changed direction, strewn off the dirty tracks onto the sandy roadside. Realise. What you've said before, then. What have we become?

All of these; they're made up of nothing.

and these are my public displays of. er. um. hatred. -yes, I'm sorta there now.

"Don't threaten me if you don't know me. Don't fight me when you're proud. Don't hate me when we're not on the same page."

I guess to be enemies, we need to be somewhere of the same calibre. I'm afraid I'm far too low a person to be hated by a someone like you. Think about it, is it really worth it, making enemies with myself? Is it worth cold shouldering one another when we're in the same book, on the same page, three lines down from the top? Next to each other. Analyse.

I'll tell you something- you're not exactly my favourite person right now. And I think I'm spot on at guessing that I'm not on yours too. Strength. Do you need a strength of a million, or the strength of yourself? Getting allies on your side, does it mean you're a better player? Does it mean you'll conquer? Principles. Get them in check.

Effect, Affect. The people whom have changed direction, strewn off the dirty tracks onto the sandy roadside. Realise. What you've said before, then. What have we become?

All of these; they're made up of nothing.

and these are my public displays of. er. um. hatred. -yes, I'm sorta there now.