Love & Hate

I've read quite a number of times that if you have love, you'll definitely have hate, and that the line between them is so fine that sometimes you can't differentiate between the both of them.

Sometimes you love someone so much, but suddenly they do something that hurts you or pisses you off so badly, and you find yourself hating them. You feel like you can and want to hurt them in every possible way, and you feel like you'll never love them again.

Sometimes you say 'I hate you' to them, sometimes you tell them that they'll never mean anything to you ever again. Sometimes you tell them you wish they were gone, and sometimes you wish you never knew them or you were never related to them.

People do stupid things all the time, and sometimes it's right to get pissed off at them, sometimes it's all right to hate them. But you hate them for hurting you or making you mad because you love them. If someone you didn't know at all or didn't care at all hurt you or pissed you off, you wouldn't care, because who the hell are they? They're not the ones who deserve your hate or your attention.

You hate the person you love because you want them to be different, you want them to be better and not be that bitch or that bastard. In the end, you want them to be the person you love.

Don't say or do something that you don't mean in a fit of rage, often we do or say things that we regret the minute we say or do them. And sometimes that split second is enough to ruin your relationship with that person. A good friend could become an enemy, a family member could become a stranger.

In the end, we're the ones who suffer, not them.