AHHHH FUCK THIS. FUCK EVERYTHING. I HATE MY LIFE. I HATE EMOTIONS

I'll just make that same wish every night.

A wish that one day I could just be by your side, doing everything together and enjoying life together.
I always had this hope that one day we could go and settle by the beachside and watch the sun set into the horizon. . .

Its a weird thing actually. Sometimes, you are so desperate for the truth, yet you don't wish to inquire because you are afraid of it.

Am I just being the over-sensitive person I am? Her replies are sometimes jovial and full of life, making the conversation so lifely, but at other times, they are so dead, its like a silent accusation, making you question yourself if you had done something wrong.

I guess this is what you would call lethal attraction. Loving a person so much it hurts.

Then , if you realise, there is only a faint line between love and hate. God, it sounds cliche, but its true. I mean, the person who coined this phrase had to derive it from somewhere, no?