I remember telling those words to a nun (God bless her soul), she quickly stomped off my face. After a few days she talked to me as if nothing had happened. At first I thought it was bad and inconsiderate. But I still think it was better on not wasting each others time and energy on would-be mishaps and misunderstandings within the club. After wards, I was less afraid of saying NO.
It isn't bad to change your mind or lost interest in dreams, things and Boyzone. As we grow up and immerse ourselves in another environment (people, culture etc.), a broad horizon of choices unfolds. Even if we exhaust all efforts to regain the enthusiasm there's a small part in us that is yearning to STOP all the shit.
That's what I did...And now I'm asking myself, why am I here?
It looks like its a neverending cycle...
XOXO