Everybody who's happy, go away.
Really.

I've become awfully whiny on this space. It seems safe to do so here, without being labeled.

I hate the hate that I feel for the loved.
I hate the hurt that I feel the need to cause.
Its terrible annoying.

There's a cat now. Mussafir.
The traveler, it seems.

Must find freedom.
Must give freedom.
Must. Must.
In order to allow for the growth of that which is healthy.