I don’t fight to win. It’s not a pride thing for me. When I fight, verbally or physically, my aim is to completely DECIMATE you. I will crush you until you’re barely recognizable as a human being, so that every time you ever look in the mirror again for the rest of your life you’ll regret putting yourself up against me. I fight to make you never want to even consider fighting me again. I don’t care who you think you are in the world or who you think you are to me, if you start any unwarranted shit with me all rules are off. If you wanted me to play nice, if you wanted me to care, you wouldn’t have started this in the first place. If I’m fighting it’s because I was forced into it. I didn’t want it and I didn’t start it; I’m here because YOU put me here and I’m going to make you regret it.
I’m not sorry, this is who I am.