Love, Hate
If you ask me what I hate most among everything in existence, I'd say love. Strange isn't it? Because there wouldn't be hate if there wasn't love, and I'd never be making this statement. ... Why do I hate love? Because it's toxic. Always. It may not seem so at first, but like everything it has an expiry date. And after that, like everything else, it becomes toxic. In my opinion, it's the most misunderstood form of torture. Someone can love you and completely destroy you at that same time, all the while thinking that they're being loving.














