What the fuck is wrong with me? I wish to God I know nuts. This frigging green monster inside me is killing me. Shut up shut up shut up Sam. Stop whining like an annoying bitch. I wish I didn't know. If I didn't, I wouldn't feel as bad as this. Oh come on, don't be a wet blanket. Come on, you should be happy for him. Ok, yes, I am. I definitely am. But why do I feel like this? I'm feeling like what I did. I hate this. Hate hate hate this.