okay so that john donne fellow compared love to a compass. i'm going to compare friendship to a fucking pimple. when there's a problem, (a zit) you can try your best to cover it up, but it's still fucking there. you know it's there. you play with it. it's a darker shade than the rest of your skin. then you decide to wash your face, and BAM...it's there again. okay, so your other option? pop that shit. BAM. you pop it, and then it leaves a fucking scar. to confront someone, or not to confront someone. it's the question with no 'right' answer. AHHH.
i'm a loser.
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