This could be considered venting, so for those of you who don't like reading such things, leave. Go find yourself some comfy chesterfield to fall asleep on while stroking a cat. You'll probably find it more entertaining anyway.

So, is it possible to hate someone and love them at the same time? For them to make you feel like you hate yourself in every way, yet make you feel like the happiest person in the world? It'd be great to know that this feeling has a name; really, it would. I've never been less sure of myself in my life, concerning anything. And yet he seems to be the only constant factor in my life. Ergo, is it selfish to want to stay away from him to keep from being further confused? I'd really love to know.