Living.

I have lots of questions and thoughts. I wonder if hate means love, if anger means you still love someone. If you’re not angry at someone anymore, does that mean you no longer love them? I’m still bitter as hell, but more so I’m just still so fucking angry at you. And you, well, I can never gage my love for, you.


You allowed me to fall in love with you knowing you would not allow yourself to do the same.