Its really hard to tell what drives me more, the love of the life I have or the hate of my own heartache which still stings to this day. Yes I've gotten over her and yes, I too am tired of this thing. It's almost a combination of the two, whenever I think i do have friends that I've gained through out the years, we seem to grow apart, as if Im just a virus they can't stand to be around.

Yet I do understand where there coming from if that's the case. I'm not really the kind of guy to hold grudges, if you hurt me in some way, then yeah, I'll be a little ticked off for a while, I'll say things that are out of place and I'll keep the hell away from ya as well.

It seems that there's more hate in me lately then love, I'm still the same guy you remember me as, friendly and all that, but I can only stay that way for so long, like its only an act and I have to stay in character all day. Or all week for that matter.

So which drives me more, love or hate? I'ts all a simple matter of knowing how much of each to let loose inside you.