Starfire
just here to vent
- Nov 3, 2020
- 34
I really don't understand myself. I never did. Sometimes people say that it's okay. That it's normal to have those days when nothing makes sense. But no, it's completely different for me. Everyday doesn't make sense. My whole being doesn't make sense. My whole emotion and feeling. As to why I love you, or adore you, or hate you, or despise you, or why I want to kill you, does not make sense. Sometimes I really dig deep and try to create a reason for myself by doing stupid things that will make people hate me. Just for the sole reason of having something to back up why I would also hate myself, but I end up being all confused with simultaneous guilt, love, anger,.. Guilt.. Love.. Anger. GUILT. LOVE. ANGER. It's a cycle. Never stops. Never makes sense.