i hate love.

it eats you up. it tears you down. it makes you happy and sad at the same time. it leaves you confused.

it makes you expect things. and when your expectations are not met, it makes you disappointed. then love makes you feel guilty for being disappointed. it makes you feel tired for always feeling guilty. and it makes you feel guilty for feeling tired of always feeling guilty.

then you start to question if you were really loved or if your partner was just in love with the idea of being in love. and you question that about yourself too.

i firmly believe that tolerating your partner's flaws are not a sacrifice. whether she talks about herself all the time, or whether he loses his temper when you talk about yourself all the time.

it's a response to the fact that your partner loves you. but when you're not loved, there's only so far you can lie to yourself.





i really really really hate love.