I Love to Hate You: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

What does it feel like to not hate everything? What type ofbrain must someone have in order to look at life and not feeldrained every single day? Does that feeling require specialbones that give off warm sentiment in the face of darkness, oris my form of darkness its own remarkable brand that defieswarmth? Maybe that’s why everything feels cold all the time.The darkness I live in every day is a sea ready to swallow meas I float on my back at its surface, staring up at the sky asif my very existence isn’t in danger. Sometimes I can lookabove me and ignore it. Other times the black waves becometoo rocky and I can’t even see which way is up. It’s easy tohate everything when you're drifting in the pitch-black.