Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely though when I hate I hate murderously. For example now I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings penis-sucking parties and cold rainy weather. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.
Have you ever noticed how when youre happy time seems to pass by fast while when youre miserable it goes real slow Life would have been a blink with you whether it lasted a millennium or a month.