I don't hate anything or anyone but does that mean I don't really love anything or anyone. I'm thinking along the lines of passion, you can love or hate with it. Can you have one without the other. We all use both words far too much, I can't bring myself to write an example they're all too cheesy but you know what I mean. Are they linked or not, I hope they are not.
I don't know what love is, I thought I loved my ex but did I. I don't hate her now but she does get to me her infuriating smugness and righteousness drive me nuts but I don't hate, no, what I do feel is nothing, I just don't care. She hurts me but I don't care. She uses me but I don't care.
Before, there was happiness and contentment but was it love, does anybody really know and maybe it's different for each person, or not I don't know.
What makes me happy now is music, certain friends and certain places and it'd be great if I could say I loved these things and be certain of it.
I've lost touch with people I thought I loved and there was devastation but I got on, though I do still think about these people every now and then which warms and chills my heart all at once because the memories are great and I realise they're not here anymore.
What is hate? I'd imagine it consumes you completely with anger and aggression so much that you can't deal with anything else. I have felt like that but it doesn't last which is why I think I don't hate because hate is that but eternal, possibly.
What made me cry today - Rock 'n' Roll Suicide by David Bowie
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