At what point did my own desires have no meaning to me? To the point where I couldn’t
Be. 

Bothered.

To make them happen. 
Xx

K
// I realised, at some point. I’d stopped going to concerts. Stopped watching movies at the cinema. Stopped having chocolate milkshakes. I stopped doing the things I loved. And in so many ways, it made life meaningless. To the point where I asked myself, 

What the fuck am I even looking forward to today?

So I guess now, I’m making my day worth waking up for.