I Will Complain Even Though Complaining Does't Help

I'd been thinking a lot about what had happened in the past few years and everything went by like a blur. People changed and I think maybe somehow I'd changed but I don't think I have at all. I feel stuck in the same place I'd begin with and I don't know how to come out of it.

I don't know why I can hate someone to such an extent and want to be with this person too, I think it's childish and wishful thinking. I have other things which are more urgent pressing matters to tend to. I don't think I'll ever be content, that's the weird thing with life. It could be worse, but I don't think I'll change anytime soon.