Matt.
I hate everything, honestly. I'm one of the most negative human beings you'll ever meet. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I've lost all motivation to find a single fuck to be given. I literally hate the female race, I hate Staten Island, and I hate the fucked up concept of life.
That being said, I still make the effort to be a remarkable human being. I put out love though I am filled with hate, because I hope it'll one day be returned. I find it in me to help others. I give out chances against my better judgement, and it always bites me in the ass, yet I still do it. I've been broken, multiple times, but I keep picking up the pieces. I so often want to die, but I make it a point to not only breathe, but LIVE. I fight everything that comes as instinct to me, I don't fall victim to my immense shortcomings. As much as I may want to, I won't ever let my self drown. I've been given reason to hate all that I am, all that I see, and all that is, but I find in me to love.
My best friend feels much the same, we see each other through it all:
We The Lovers, We Are The Last Of Our Kind.

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