It’s Hate, And It’s Us
We are born expecting love. But we live to learn that we are mistaken.
We are born expecting love. But we live to learn that we are mistaken.
I’ve lived and loved longer than you have at this stage and I have good and disappointing news.
Because if we take a moment and look away from our broken hearts, we’ll see that the others around us are broken in their own unique ways, treading gingerly around that same chasm of desperation.
You have a photograph of me. My face is lit up and I look pretty.