What a shame it is when something you fought for is no longer worth it, especially when it's something that meant the world. What makes things no longer worth it?
I wish I could understand why we (all of us, you know) give up on things that meant SO much. I gave up too.
Maybe these things come back, these things you devote yourself to. For example, I used to draw. A lot. Back in middle school and early high school I would spend hours on one sketch, shading and coloring and inking, etc. I gave it up for awhile, when I got busy sometime Junior year. I still doodled, but I just didn't give it the time I used to. A week ago (or so) I got out my old sketch pad and spent several hours drawing. I don't know what it was that made me do it, but it was nice re-exploring a part of myself.
I just hate to see my love (or other people's love) for that kind of stuff die, you know? I hope I never lose music that way. What a sorry life that would be.
That's it, folks.
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