Life can very genuinely and realistically pile things on. It doesn't dole out the heartache and pain, or joy, perfectly.
People hate as they love, unreasonably.
There's certainly a side of me that isn't completely... sane. Or completely 'even' all the time. We all have our dark sides.
There's a reason why anger, fear, and hatred are paths to the dark side: they all spring from a single source - the same source as a certain flavor of love. A dangerously sweet, addictive flavor.
...he makes me feel out of control and out of my head. He is exhilarating and terrifying. I see and feel him everywhere, and I'm always grasping for equilibrium even when he's not there... I feel like I'm always falling in love, falling and falling and falling.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
All extremes of feeling are allied to madness.
Sentimentality is the only sentiment that rubs you the wrong way.
Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.
We can all look on the Internet and go, 'He hates me! Oh, but she loves me. Oh, but he hates me,' you know. And that way, madness lies.
