Not a saint

I wish you no harm. I would probably have grounds to do so, to loathe you deeply, and yet I don't. However, that doesn't mean that I am happy to see you succeed. It doesn't make me sad or angry, mind you - but it doesn't really cheer up my day either. In short: even though you ended up screwing me up, I'm not exactly thinking about payback or karmic justice; I simply don't care whether you succeed or fail. I might not be altogether evil, but don't except to dig a saint out of me.