Life

Life.
Hmmmm. It's a funny thing.
I wish I could explain it, but I only have my ideas.
Hatred has got to be the strongest thing, it's so much easier to hate than to love isn't it? Someone that you thought you could never live without you find yourself detesting with every fibre of your being. Someone you loved so much you were almost part of each other, you could happily slit their throat and laugh as they slowly bleed to death.
But what is love anyway? There doesnt seem to be a point to it, except to make your life more comlicated than it already is. Such a mystery that is impossible to solve, but yet we need it. We need it so much that we would die for it.
Such thoughts. Who can say what the point is? Nobody.
If someone can say what the point is, then why the hell dont they tell someone?