What if hate is just an emotion cloaked by insecurities and love is naked in truths?
People are afraid of truths and manipulate the stage for attention for their lies.
Anxiety is guessing the future by predicting the emotions by a script written in fear of abandonment.
Depression is not caring and living in true hopelessness as if it's the only despair that matters.
Having both is contradicting yourself to the point that people around you get confused.
What if being unapologetically about who you are is the only way to live without fear and hopelessness?