It's been said that we tend to hurt the ones we love. I'm not sure why that is.
Is it due to the fact that we feel save and free to express ourselves around them? Who knows, but it tends to happen even if we don't mean it to. I have found myself in that web many times.
I try so hard to be positive about life and love, but it seems that little miss negativity gets the best of me. There are many times that I am extremely hard on myself and won't let others in. I'm scared of the getting hurt. Who better to cause me pain than me. I am my own worst enemy. Though, I wish I could be my best friend.
I used to always say that Love is a four-letter word. People throw it around like it has no meaning. While others never say it out of fear. Why is it that love is the one thing that we treasure and desire constantly? Love and acceptance?
Sometimes, I wonder why I think, feel, act the way I do. I don't really know much of my family. My parents have never been big on telling me things about their parents or siblings. Just here recently, my mom told me that I remind her of her mother. What good that does me when she past when I was a little thing? Where do I truly belong?
It seems like tonight I am just full of questions and not too many answers. I am therefore I love. I love therefore I cause others pain. I am so unsure of the reason. That is what bothers me.
