who are you to think that you know me?
who are you to throw your stupid beige life into the path of mine and expect me to step around you, rather than walk straight through.

i am not charitable.
i am not kind.
i do not suffer fools gladly, and when i walk over you i will not apologise for it. no-one apologised to me.

if you step too close i will burn you, so unless you want to be set on fire by my negativity i suggest, sir, that you get out of the ring.

unless of course, i'm worth burning with.