Just look at the 2 at home, screaming at each other, go for each other's throat with so much rage, so much wrath. It is so hard to imagine that they might be remotely in love with each other before. Granted, you're pissed. But can't you talk it out like normal, rationale homo-sapien? Can't you block all your ugly vocabulary from the 7 year old at home? How freaking selfish can you freaking get? 

There will be this point in time, when you get old enough to tell right from wrong.

There will be this point in time, when you get old enough to tell others what's right and what's wrong.

There will also be this point in time, when you wished you can go back in time and not know right from wrong.

I remembered when I was younger, I looked up to you for comfort. I remembered searching your eyes for answers, I remembered feeling safe, as if nothing can beat me as long as you're here.

Now, the roles are reversed. I'm here, for you.

Because I'm programmed to.

Why bother when it's all gonna go back to square one?

Why get married when it's gonna end up in a divorce?

Why have children?

Why study so hard?

Why bother?