Day 02 – Your first love

So, the honest answer is the thing people hate you to say, but that's honestly why it's the answer. So much in our society is geared toward trying to make us hate ourselves, and I caught onto that at a fairly early age, and I hated it. So, I resolved to love myself truly and hard, and I have, to the best of my ability. It made me grow up weird and troublesome, but I wouldn't really want to be any other way.

With other people, love (romantic or otherwise) has been difficult. You reach out, and you hope for the best, and mostly people either try to hurt you, or drive you away, or they grab you and (metaphorically) try to devour you whole. We live in a fucked up, wounded society, and it's really hard not to go sour on the entire human race, because of it. Now and then you find a good one, though.

I think, in the end, the last love is far more important than the first. I believe I may have found that. (You always hope.)