what's it all for?

The need to be nasty has never sat within me very well and I make every effort to ensure that people cannot put me in a postion that could essentially change my life again, and I would assume, something I rarely do, that the change would be for the worst, usually it is. All I've craved since returning is to feel safe and loved which shouldn't be too much to ask of my family and friends but again I assumed and that ensured I got fucked again. Peace and happiness are emotions just like rage and hatred neither ever lasts emotions are forever changing