I loved it. I really loved it. It was my life at one point. It was my entire life at one point. I think at one point, I loved it more than I loved myself.
But I guess it's true. I do get bored of things easily. I thought that love would never end. I thought it would last forever.
But I guess it's true. I do get bored of things easily.
It doesn't make me excited and happy anymore. It doesn't flawlessly and effortlessly bring a smile to my face anymore. I just don't care about it anymore.
I guess it's true. I do get bored of things easily. I wish I didn't though. I wish I still loved it. I wish I could hold onto it. I wish I didn't grow out of it so fast.
I feel kind of bad. I almost kind of feel guilty that I stopped loving it. And it's not that I only stopped loving it, I stopped caring about it altogether. It actually kind of makes me a little bit sick, like the feeling of eating too much chocolate cake.
Maybe if I wait a while I might love it again. But I doubt it. It's sad that I don't miss it. I just miss loving it.
But I guess it's true. I do get bored of things easily. I thought that love would never end. I thought it would last forever.
But I guess it's true. I do get bored of things easily.
It doesn't make me excited and happy anymore. It doesn't flawlessly and effortlessly bring a smile to my face anymore. I just don't care about it anymore.
I guess it's true. I do get bored of things easily. I wish I didn't though. I wish I still loved it. I wish I could hold onto it. I wish I didn't grow out of it so fast.
I feel kind of bad. I almost kind of feel guilty that I stopped loving it. And it's not that I only stopped loving it, I stopped caring about it altogether. It actually kind of makes me a little bit sick, like the feeling of eating too much chocolate cake.
Maybe if I wait a while I might love it again. But I doubt it. It's sad that I don't miss it. I just miss loving it.
