of love and pain.

life is not always a bed of roses yeah.sometimes it's just a pile of shit, one after another.piles after piles.

but shit can be wash away.it can.

it's fair enough.sometimes you're happy, sometimes you're not.you can't be happy ALL the times. what is life then if you've never experience pain?

a little pain is good sometimes.i have always believe in the saying 'which don't kill you will only make you stronger'.i do.

here is another of my favorite from Jim Morisson.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.


love and pain and hope and anger and numbness.
i want to feel it all.