VAINPOT AND DISCONTENTED 

What I would give to get my heartbeat racing again,or to feel some electrical shock running through my whole body when my fingertips come into contact with the fingertips of another person. I find it sad how I speak of love devoid of enthusiasm and emotion. Monotonous is the word,I think. There would be no difference in tone if I were to talk about love..

Has love lost it’s charm on me? I feel like the whole world is under its spell and I’m the only one excluded from everything. It’s like being in a room where everyone is high on some form of drug and I am the only one sober. Everyone,including myself would be staring at the wall and they would see ridiculous yet interesting figments of their imagination on the bare white wall whereas I would just be staring at a bare white wall. Is the spell fading? Because if it is,I would like to send an owl to Professor Snape and beg him to brew a love spell for me.

Only because this is getting awfully dull. No sparks,no racing heartbeats. No sweaty hands or butterflies in my stomach.. I wish my life was more exciting and better.