Grumpy

Hate has that obscuring quality to deceive the mind by creating an illusion of a fulfilled life. And once Hate has been shown the way out like to an unwanted guest it has left an empty space I have no substitute yet to fill it with. Every bad habit has to be replaced with something else to assure it’ll be the end of it. Hate is gone and now my emotions are being wasted into a black hole.
I’m just afraid not to slip back.