thinking about love. it seems to be a constant in my life, a concept both terrifying and beautiful. Lora said the only constant is change, which I agree with parents fighting again. Don't feel like a kid anymore but I guess I don't know how to feel. 25 years old and living at home feels like a punishment I should endure because I cannot afford to rent anywhere and live the life I want Anyway, love is all we have really. Lovers cling onto each other and children cling onto us. We make sense of this world through compassion and care, and revoke it when we feel hurt. Isn't that cruel?