You need to understand something: the room doesn’t just stop spinning because you’ve knocked down the door. The mess isn’t gone because you’ve thrown a towel over it. It is still just the same. Regardless of how far or how fast you run, the mess is still just as you left it. You can avoid it or deny it, kick it or trample it, run at it head on for all I care! But don’t pretend you’ve handled it. Don’t pretend that because you’ve patched things up and claim it’s okay, that it’s right.

I’ve known hate just as well as I’ve known love, and neither are a friend of your’s. Hear you me.