Love, Hate and I Forgot

Lithium
Don't want to lock me up inside lithium
Don't want to forget how it feels without lithium
I want to stay in love with my sorrow
Ohh
But God I want to let it go
-Lithium, Evanescence

You know how people say that there's a fine line between love and hate? Well I don't believe them. There's no line at all, love and hate come hand in hand. If you don't believe me, then you're an ignorant n00b, and I'm going to have to fix that.

For our first example we shall examine my love/hate of a human. Let's call her Bubbles (pretty obvious who this is if you pay attention to our conversations). For some bizarre reason I love her to bits, she's fun to be around, and you can have really deep talks with her too. She doesn't judge, and even if she's been through worse she'll hear you out and sympathize. On the other hand, sometimes I hate her so much I want to strangle her. She hurt me so badly, knowing exactly what it would do to me. I can look at her sometimes and be ridiculously jealous of her, because she's everything I want to be (I have no idea why). Therefore I both love and hate her.

Next we have my love/hate of night. I love night because it's the only time I have energy, and it's all quiet and stuff. However I hate it because it's cold and I'm scared of the dark.

That was an incredibly lame paragraph. So back to humans. If you call hero worship love, then I love a lot of people. My friends mean heaps to me, no matter what I say. Then again, I'm not kidding when I say I hate everything. I hate trusting people, I hate the fact that they can hurt me because I love them.

I completely forgot where this was going and all my other examples, but in conclusion I am right.

Stay tuned for more Pathetic Tales From A Broken Doll.

xx