In growing up, I have learned to leave people I consider friends, to let be people whom I think are friends, and cling on to people who keep me distracted while I wait for people I can call friends. Because I am me, others remain him to me and me to them. To accept that no matter how horrible a person is, there can still be good in them. To accept that not everyone can be tolerated by anyone. To accept that no matter how stupid one is, there will still be people whom are just as stupid that will accept them as peers.
If that is so, then I choose to be the worse one can be, until I find the other me.
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