If given a choice, what would you pick, Blind affection or unconditional hate? Like most of you, I've had problems with both. But I haven't missed liking someone, ever. Have you?
I've missed hate in the past. I miss it now. It's that little moment, where you lay back. That moment between a cigarette pull and a blink. It's in that moment that I realize that I have nothing to mull over. Well, fuck that.
I like being happy. I really do. But I also, like most of you, need a bruise or a punctured lung once in a while. If not take, I'd definitely like to give a few.