Roald Dahl 

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and it’s nice to see it summed-up by a good writer. I feel like I haven’t been myself for about two years now, and that’s because I slowly, slowly let myself (made myself?) stop caring about things as much as I used to. But I’d like to think that, and so many people I’ve known have told me, that that’s what defines me. Being very passionate about everything I do, pouring my heart into everything, is what Carmen does. That’s how I’ve gotten to where I am, in so many ways. But it makes it so, so hard when things don’t work. I don’t think I’m strong enough as a person to deal with pouring my everything into something that becomes nothing. Because of that I’m giving-in, I’m losing, and it makes me hate the person that I’m turning into.