Spare me.

There surely can be nothing quite as sad and worthless as a grown adult who, authoring their own misfortunes, is unable to take responsibility for their actions and uses all their precious time blaming others, until – becoming so bitter and twisted they are unable to recognise friend from foe, or truth from fiction – they finally succeed against all odds in fulfilling their own mean and nasty little prophesies.
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