Seriously, something had a profound effect on me a while back. I read a post about how a woman was crying in a Starbucks, the man asked if she was okay and she had just found out her father had passed away. He tried to console her and was nothing was working. What was hitting her was the fact that the last words to her father that morning were, "I hate you!" From there on out, I have made a valid attempt never to say I hate you to anyone, at least I try to end the argument as nicely as possible, and will always say that I love you even if it is not reciprocated. I have gotten into the habit of saying to friends saying that I love them, even though I get, "what are you gay?" to which I reply, "No, I just want to let you know that I love you and that if it is the last thing you hear from me, know that I love you." I say it to my family, though I tend to put my mother through anxiety attacks when I do this, though I know she can take it (inb4 obvious immaturity joke). Unless you have done something really messed up to me, I will not hate you, my hate is reserved only for those who TRULY deserve it, and unless you're a dictator or Tom Brady will not get my hate. I wish nothing but the best for people, and honestly, it pains me knowing that this guy who I had more than a few watches with and joked around with is no longer here. To all those who I may have hurt or disappointed in the past, I am sorry. Seriously I AM! To all those here who are interested in knowing how I am doing and whatnot, I love you, I am doing good, this is hitting me pretty close, as many of my close friends are taking it really bad as they were closer to him. One friend is really taking it badly after they called them and said that they were unable to hang out due to being extremely tired after duty.