I am full of contradictions. I'm an extremist! In a moment I can love something or someone so hard that this love could break me in half. In another, I hate so much I could sell my soul just to never remember that one day I came to love. And then, suddenly, I'm done with remorse and regret all the inappropriate things that hatred made me think and that love made me do. Sometimes I feel like I've filled every meaningless moment with empty words and that I left the important moments empty of words. I'm an extremist. I am full of contradictions!