I always get bored with guys I like. Everything’s fine at first, he makes me happy, I make him happy, everyone says we’re cute or whatever, and then I just find myself annoyed at small things he does. Like, really annoyed. I begin wondering, “Why did I think they were so amazing, or that they would be different, that I would change my habits for them?” because I know in all reality, I am never going to stop wanting something more. I hate myself for it.