So I've been thinking about my actions over the past few weeks, and realised how hard I've been trying to get those I care about to hate me. Yes, it may seem like a dick move, but in the end, when I go fucking face down in a ditch, you won't care and will be happier for it. And for the person whom this addresses: I won't come crawling back. So just forget I exist or hand me the tools necessary to finish the job.
And if you read this Sam, is your fault. I did point out that it was Not Safe For Sam.