Fucking love.
Bold title I know. But you know what? I'm going to get straight into it. I wrote this a while ago after having an outburst of rage. But Molly spoke to me today, about how no one ever really wants to be alone or away from who they love regardless of what they are doing and it reminded me of this and gave me the guts to re -post it. I have read a lot of philosophy recently about love. Some beautiful, and some make me just plain right angry. I've been wanting to explore why it makes me so angry. Is it because I agree with it but was in denial? Or is it just because it's a fucking pile of crap. (I like the fact I typed fucking and then went with crap) The other day, I read an article, which I included in my personal statement about loving out of fear. I loved it and hated it. The quote is " The desire to control things and manipulate them to satisfy our ideal outcome does not come from love. It comes from the fear of letting go , the fear that things aren’t...