If you fall weak, you fall on your face, eat dirt and realise what you thought was not true. You make the decisions thinking you're the stronger-willed one, only to find out that when it comes to sticking to it, you're weak. Bloody weak. And you get kicked in the face because hey, the decision's made and people will stick to it, even if you don't want them to. The decision's made. By their dignity, their self-respect. After all, if you could make that decision, you did it because you wanted to uproot them from your life. And when you uproot someone, how comfortable would they be about being re-planted? Not comfortable at all. Not unless they were a c**** like me.
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