Life got me to this point: There is no point in being kind and loving. This world wants you to be cruel and fierce. You need to know how to destroy others to survive. You need to be self-centred and arrogant. And that is when people respect you, love you and don't leave you. Your destructive power keeps people around. 

"I wish that our love was a book, and I could edit the ending, making it happier."

Found it online, and it is like it's been written by me.

It kills me when I see I am your source of pain. I should let you go.... but how? I've never learnt. and I will never do.

I wish I could put my hands on your shoulders and shake you. I wish I could shake you so hard that everything, all the pain and sorrow, all the hatred and anger would come out of you. I would shake me out of you! Then I would pick all the pieces up, put them in box and bury it meters under the ground.

Now, tell me, what is hatred?

I thought I didn't have hatred in me. But he told me what I felt was hatred. 
I don't want to hate someone. It hurts me the most. 

To me, anything that remains unfinished for any reason causes pain. And I have a couple of unfinished matters. Things that finished but they actually did not. They still exist in my mind. I still review the words I want to say to those people. And it's sad, I might never be able to finish those properly. What is properly? Probably the way that my mind wants. 

I used to think that I am cursed. But now I have accepted that life is not fair. There is no curse...