Why do we hurt the ones we love? Why do we not tend to the things which require it the most? What is it we do with our time which makes us so selfish with it, rather than giving it freely to those who need it? Why not give, rather than take?
I'm two days now without Monster, and am beginning to feel its effect on my body.
I do the best I can, but I lash out unintentionally rather than with love. Monster, you are both angels on my shoulder; Good and Evil. I both love you, and despise you as I do myself.