Hey,
I know you don’t like me. I know that you intend to be boring. I know that you are purposefully trying to drive me insane. I know that whenever I turn my back on you, you’re laughing at all my many failed attempts to properly understand you. And I know you don’t want me to do well… but can’t we just get along? Just for once?
Listen, I promise that if you don’t piss me off too much with your long-winded paragraphs and repetitve legal judgments, I won’t rip you to shreds and burn you, which is something I’ve been known to do with textbooks.
There. I hope we’ve reached a level of mutual understanding and patience.
Kind Regards,
Alex
