Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love.
Love is temperamental.
Tiring. It makes demands.
Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use.
Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love
with the world's existence. All these half-tones of the soul's consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."
**Fernando Pessoa**,
"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction
Sometimes,there are no answers.
Sometimes the only thing you can do is keep breathing and trust that things will make sense later....
You don't have to figure it all out now....!