Morbid outpourings: aaaaarghhhh

Discovered an entry in my diary, written last year during an unhappy period in my love-life. Am reproducing it here verbatim. Its vehemence surprises me now. Mellower me smiles.

"The problem with two dissimilar people deciding to spend their lives together is that they kill each other off over time. Each is unable to appreciate the other’s spontaneous joys and therefore poisons them with his own incapacity to participate in them; this induces guilt and desolation, throttles the unpremeditated happiness that characterizes true life and reinforces the sense of loneliness with which every human being is born, for which, ironically, lifetime companionship is seen as a remedy. The way out is an acceptance of the fact that people are different. To mould someone in your own image is to destroy what you loved and replace it with an idol for self-love; a kind of lifetime project to substitute, in gradual degrees, the object of your affection with an image of yourself, so that in the end what remains is just you and your reflection in the mirror you built. The one with the stronger will succeeds in this endeavour of transformation. Love therefore reduces to an exercise of predation for the partner with the stronger will, and an act of unconscious self-cannibalism for the one with the weaker will. If the wills are evenly matched, the result is mutually assured destruction of the true bonds of understanding, resulting in an utter and complete withdrawal from each other."