I see it. I see everything. With you and everyone else. Okay, maybe not everything, but you think I don’t pick up on the lies? The attention you try to give yourself? The illegitimate emotions and situations you put yourself into?

I am so done. Not with you, but with everyone like you. Why does hate and love have to be so close together? The hate is getting too strong though. Your unhappiness won’t forever make mine. I will conquer you. Through merit, yes. Through grades, yes. Through accomplishments? So far, yes, and we will continue to see. Through friendships? That’s debatable. So success? We’ll see. I know that you will never be successful. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but you’re not getting there. A large tree can’t stem without proper rooting. I have the strong roots. I know I do.

I was never Aphrodite. I will always be Artemis. The one that will kill you with one strike of a silver bow if you cross me the wrong way. That time is coming. In a metaphorical sense, of course.