I don't like basketball and I've been forced to have too much to do with it recently. It's always like this with things I don't really like. No matter how many times I try to scorn and forget them, they always come back flexing their newly built muscles in my face.
I feel stuck in something I was fascinated with at the age of ten and never after. I don't remember marrying you, actually. A short affair resulting in a "life-long" thing.. How pathetic. How unwanted. I don't have feelings for you anymore, basketball. I want a divorce.
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