Thing is, she isn't the one who made me think like that.
I used to think like that, and met her... Which made me think there was something really worth living for. But I was pretty wrong, as love is a pile of ****.
Simply put, she just made me go back into my old-self, as she made me feel happy for a bit. I'm taking it harder because I got used to what I had become.
Regardless, I'm back to reading a lot now. Just finished 2 books, bought 1 today. I've got it 1/3 done, 1 more day and I'll be moving on to another one. Plus I've already ordered another one.
Well anyways, thanks for being so understanding.
I know it'll pass, somehow. I thought I was over it, but it kind of 'came back'.
That made me think for half a second that it wasn't going to end.