Frustration

I am tired of people.

They disgust me. 

They are compelling and repulsive and horrible and wonderful,

 and I can't help wishing they would just pick a feature and stick with it.

I hate this constant back and forth of emotion.

Never knowing whether or not I hate this person.

Never knowing if I'm making the right decision.
Never knowing who I can trust
who I can't.
I need a break.
Better yet,
a world of black and white.

On a much lighter note
I have rekindled my love for Rufus Wainwright.
He is a master, a wizard.
And I love him so.