But... you're not a bug. The bug would be dead without you being loved. Your analogy proves that as long as love exists, bugs can't die. The pseudo-philisophical-ness stupidity makes me want to stab myself, because there is no bug. The bug was just a metaphor for something equivalent to love that you'd like to crush, that you didn't like love, but then... with it... survival... something...
p.s. I dunno what I just went on about up there, cuz it's 4 in teh morning... but I forgot to say that I hope you're doing okay, and I was glad I got to see you on Friday, but wanted to hang out with you specifically for any period of time more than just seeing you at some party.
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Whatever. I give up. You're Socrates.
::wishes he had more love in life::
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::likes you a lot::
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