Difference between love and hell

What use is there in seeing the difference if you can't do anything about it, it all seems such a waste when nothing I do can change anything anywhere.
This feeling of powerlessness leaves me with a sour feeling in my stoumach and a queezy feeling in my throat, I just sit here waiting for nothing and no matter what I do it feels like time is constantly slowing down making my agony more prolonged.. Or maybe not my agony, but my tiny tiny speck of hope that'll be over soon enough and I can begin to recover from the agony that will arrive when all hope has been abandoned and all that remains is suffering.

What? Why? How? Who? Where?

Damn

/ The monkey that couldn't smile