Pass me the red pill,pls

Elo,I don't why lately I'm so hormonal. I mean look at my posts after V-day,all of them are crap or requires some deep thinking or stupid ramblings of an idiot. Maybe I'm just missing him too much.I hate to able to see him just for 4 days a mth and that's the max number(he's at an uni,400km away).

Sian,sian and more sian.I think I'm having those hormonal imbalance days rite now,maybe I shuld get those red pills or what.

Anyway,this is an advice to fren who seems not able to decide on many things which best potrayed in this poem.

The road not taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

ps: better be in love then living a life of regret,dear fren