It's a funny world we live in. We crave conflict so desperately, so we create one in broad daylight. And when it does come, we cry. We talk as if it was a disaster. We point our finger at people like there's nothing in them, like they have no feelings or brain to process all that crap. We gain satisfaction by hurting others (and claim we are the ones who are hurt). We talk about it with other party searching for comfort, when in truth, agreement is all that we want. Provoking each other, spilling gasoline over raging fire.
Sadness, for me, should both hurt and please you without including anyone in the process. It is important, yes, but it was meant to be our dark, deep guilty pleasures. It was meant to be searched in 3 a.m. by only oneself, in the rawest form of it without sacrificing others in the pursuit of it. It should open up your heart and makes you understand something about yourself that you never does before.
It is a dark place within yourself that only you can enter.
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