You don't even know me, why do you hate me?
I do my best when I try to tell myself not to ask constantly "why?"
and I don't want to know. you don't want to know too.
'cause knowing too much can kill you. sometimes. destroy your own perfect world and sweet childhood memories.
it can slap you in the face so hard that you probably would cry for hours and you certainly would not tell anyone about it.
see them beautyful people who are so terribly unhappy, do you want to know why? do you need reasons?
as for me - I don't.
knowing too much can hurt you so bad.I have quite vivid imagination and I hate pain. in every way. Sometimes I think I'd rather not feel anything but when all mental and emotional tortures suddenly stop, I realise that I'd rather feel just anything and even pain then being emotionally empty.