mess.

why is that a soldier dies happily in a battle?

why do we run to help a friend even after bitter quarrel?

why do we feel pleasure in hurting the one we love?

why are we consoled only when we are consoled by the one who made us cry?

why do we love our loved one, even when they hate us?

because,

some defeats are sweeter than victory.

just feel it.

love it.

live it.

mode:: tired.

p/s:: sum1 said i'm a hot mess.wut was dat supposed to 
mean?