To my Beloved Friend  
I SHOULD be sentimental over decision to keep doing alone, but... 
maybe there is no real reason to be sentimental over facts. In the end, you would just repeat:

» different, different, not good enough! «

– ever to satisfy your wishes, only to have myself pissed of... Excuse me, but I cannot be tired the next week. It's not good for my beauty.




see also: diversity in perspectives...
ÆND... 'YOU're actually ¡fucking STUPID!'

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