It’s not always hate that drives us to do stupid things most of the time it’s love, that’s why it’s called stupid love. I think when our heart gets broken we automatically hate the person, but what if it’s not hate we feel? What if it’s love? Maybe it’s the hate of ourselves and the fact we can’t accept we could fall in love with someone so heartless maybe we’re all to afraid to admit that there is always going to be this one place in our heart where that one person will live, where that one relationship will never die whether a song or a street sign, it will always take you there. No matter how many times you step back there, you’ll always know that, that’s the one place that will always feel like home. And you stand there everyday never willing to admit it in the fear someone will take you away from it, pull you out of your day dream. Or maybe it’s just the pain of snapping back to reality and realizing you fell for a stranger, a player, the football star, or maybe some heartless bitch you met on a keyboard. But no matter what you do. No matter what happens between you and them homes always home. And there is always some things that no matter how hard we try we just can’t let go of, it’s like burning yourself over and over thinking of what once made you so happy being so far gone. But it could be its all just a part of our imagination a simple calling no one can hear or is meant to hear.
And that is annoying shit.