I hate that I feel.
I hate that I feel. That I can write down my thoughts and have the ability to reread them. Thus, feeling my horrible emotions again. Feeling. Isn’t it such a terrible ability? I’d much rather have never felt at all. Wouldn’t life be so much easier without feeling? To not be controlled by our emotions, to not feel pain, to never feel let down, to never feel rejection again? What a joyous thing that would be! But joy. That would never be felt again either. I haven’t decided which would be best.
