Love and hate are the same thing, you can't have either without passion. That's the easiest way of phrasing it I think. Ive loved so deeply and cared so much my hearts ached, and it still does. But maybe it is just me, my insecurities are great, I think I'm ugly, I think I'm stupid, I think I'm immature etc etc, seeing a pattern here? I'm starting to think it is all me, that my insecurities drive people away. I can't help how I feel, Ive lived with these negative thoughts for a long time, and everyone of them has a reason for being. Maybe one of these days someone will see past them, maybe not, but either way life will continue, anyways, rant over for now. One final thought. And it isnt even mine.
Grumpy Santa Hunt
1 hour ago