Everything is getting boring. Im getting boring. Where the hell is the excitement, adventure, spontaneity, or even romance? I used to be excited to wake up in the morning and now all the days just fade into one another seamlessly. Im scared things wont ever be the same again. It makes me so scared I want to cry. Sometimes I think about giving up before I wait around too long for a miracle that’s never going to happen. But there’s always that lingering hope, just teasing me..
Its like you knew it was too good to be true, but you still couldn’t help getting your hopes up that it would always be just as good. Nothing and no one ever has or ever will kill the hopeless romantic in me, but maybe that’s more of a curse than a blessing. Ill always expect too much. Its not fair.
