If you were a blank piece of paper, I would fill you with every possible words and colors you could ever imagine. But no, there isn't even any space left for me to write my name.
I hate that the only constant thing is change.
Change isn’t even that constant, sometimes changes start unnoticed and then everything just changes permanently. Erasing everything that was there. Everything I ever had. Everything that I love. Everything that makes me happy. Everything that secures my heart in its rightful place.
I hate, I love, I dislike, I feel joy and misery.
I hate this world that makes me love and hate at the same time.