Then what is it? What do you call this feeling.... a feeling of hate and love?
You miss that person...
You hate missing that person...
But yet you don't want to forget the things that used to be.
Your greatest fear is getting not over them...
But the thought of getting over them is scary and tragic on its own.
It's sort of like a love hangover...
It hurts like a bitch...
But you have to admit you liked everything that came prior to it.
This isn't about one person...
Or maybe it is. I don't know for sure yet...
I'm trying to test the water
A pool of my emotions.
Isn't it funny how emotions are what that makes us humans...
And it's the exact same thing that drives the inner beast out.
We're humans
And humans are animals
I forgot what I was here for again....
Right.
Deep breath.
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
Pause...
Right. Emotions. We were talking about emotions...
They fuck you up. Truth be told
Get attached to someone and you WILL regret it.
Whether it be a boy...
Or a girl...
Or simply a friend.
Whatever goes up must come down
The harsh truth about life
Nothing is yours to keep
Nothing
Nobody
Even your body and soul isn't yours to keep
I just realized my ranting has little to do with the title.
I need a break.
I'll write another chapter soon.
