Who hasn't hated someone before, who doesn't know that everything they do makes themselves live in agony, yet still can't help but hate?
This is life, losing the most cherished things again and again, only to realize how much you cared about them all along. When you had them, no one ever thought about what kind of outcome they would bring. Why is everyone always so selfish, disregarding others' comfort for their own ideas?
Throughout life, there are bound to be moments when you encounter great and magnanimous things, but ultimately all you gain are these pains. Some people give everything time and again, but no one knows how they truly spent their lives.
