Dreams are but dreams in the end. One can hope, but hope brings you nothing but false joy derived from nothingness. Emotions like anger, however, bring you power. The adrenaline surges through you, you feel strong, you feel mighty, and you can direct all of this energy to the one you hate. To watch them suffer. To feel the pain you felt, and still feel. Wonderful, isn't it? A lovelier thing never existed.
This moment of agony is twisting my mind. It is killing me slowly, no doubt about it. There isn't anything that I can do about it.. Is there? I've heard many stories where immense love turned into absolute dark rage and hatred. I hope I won't be one of them. I hope. But then again, didn't i just say hope was meaningless? :)