"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...

I feel your pain. I know you are not feeling well. I wish you would talk. And I wish you would let me hold your hand to comfort you. 

I just want to walk away but the fighter me doesn't let me.

I had a strange dream few nights ago. I saw a little white monkey s sitting on a rock and meditating. He was so real and so peaceful. After several minutes of meditation he climbed down the rocks and started wrestling with another white monkey! 
After watching him I faced my fear in a shape of woman. A woman who I just know by name. 
I wonder what it means....