“I do sometimes get the thought that, maybe I should hide the relationship for the sake of the other person, that revealing the relationship because I’m caught up in my own emotions is selfish.”
Isn’t it funny? I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you.
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| — | Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via lazyteen) |
