At least i dare say i'm man enough to say this. That i'm just another freaking AFC plodding on down the street, shying away at once upon eye contact of another AFC on the street, like being ashamed of both yourself and for him.
I still can't decide if i like or hate this feeling : having so many thoughts that you actually don't know or remember the point of it anymore. Like Ross said ( to Phoebe), if you forget the reason, then you should just drop it right?
How-not-to-be-an-AFC should be taught to all boys in high school. Unless natural selection is your argument or you're a director hungry for a bullying-type plot.
either ways, i'm feeling fucked.
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