really breakin up with a person is the only way to know if you love them sometimes...

Q-Double's post set my mind to thinkin. Why is it that the one you hate the most, is the one you want the most, is the one that hurts you the most. I can relate to wanting to smash the socks of someone i thought i hated.

If anything, ive been hotter , and heavier than id ever been before with someone, who i swore id never speak to again.

Part of my mind, feels like the idea of love is just a trick. The idea of loving someone is an odd concept as it is. I dont know if love exists in the form everyone thinks is does. Its an idea...and abstract. Something created from a need. You can make yourself love someone. You can make yourself want someone so bad that you feeel like you cant live without them, but once you get strong enough to break out of that dependency. Half the rush of being in love is gone.

When you take that first drink, or you inhale that first cloud. Your body goes into a state of euphoria. It makes you feel like youve never felt before...nothing seems real, and fantasies become reality. That is, until your body begins to develop a tolerance, and the chemicals that once threw you into heaven, now just take you halfway to the clouds. Eventually you dont eve need to feel that fix anymore. Once youre mentally able to break away from needing it. Its much easier to leave it alone. That euphoric feeling isnt there anymore. Still feels good, but that crazed rush isnt there as much. Eventually you probably quit altogether...