The line between love and hate barely even exists it's so small.
I never thought you could hate someone you once loved.
I never thought you could love someone you once hated.
When you fall in love it's madness.
It makes you do crazy things. It makes it hard to think and to even try and act responsibly.
Love makes you question things that you never even thought of or could even comprehend.
Love makes you weak at the knees and fuzzy in the head.
It makes you reckless. It made me reckless.
It makes you happy. But was I really happy?
Now hate. Where do I get started on hate.
It's this burning passion inside of you.
It builds up like a volcano and then it erupts.
The hatred we feel is so strong.
How could hatred possibly change into anything else?
