Short story of jealousy...
To feel resentment, bitterness , hostility towards someone.
Because they have something that you dont.
Could this feeling get mixed up with love?
Love only brought me pain. Whether it was emotional, spiritual, psychological or physical... it all hurts the same. Being sad about it just ruins your life. So I choose to hold onto anger. Anger gets you out of bed long enough to get things done. Sadness keeps you in bed and breaks you apart. What's the point of living with a broken heart? That's why I hate love.