I used to believe I was broken.
I always get bored. I would fall truly, madly, deeply in love with new projects.
I would swear my undying loyalty.
And then one day. Out of nowhere. I would no longer want to do it.
I resented it. Β
So I burned them down (metaphorically speaking) and started again from scratch.Β
This really fucked with my head. And was somewhatβ¦