She's been living in her white bread world

 What do I do when there's nothing more to be done? What do I say when there's nothing else to say? All of the sudden, nothing relies on me no more. I don't know what to do now, concerning you, concerning my parents, concerning myself... You bore me. Your lack of interest, your lack of plans, your sense of humour... you bore me to death and by now I don't know if it's you or the whole world that bores me. I don't want to lose you and I know it's not because I'm just comfortable with you because I am definitely not but I don't know if I can love you that much anymore. How can I create a bond with you when you are not here? How are we suppose to see a future together if I am not able to see a present? Wouldn't it have been better that time would have consumed us? How were we able to see each other all those months ago that now I just remember glimpses of the feeling? I miss the idea of you, what you meant to me, the way out of my sad life that you were then. A minor problem to hide the important one, but when did you take its place? When did you stop being a relieve and start being the problem? It was never the plan, I didn't want to go again to the Harry Potter studios, you were not supposed to be here, in my life, now. I shouldn't be planning this with you. Do you even want to come? Too many doubts, too many insecurities, too many unanswered questions. I just want to go and find myself a pretty british person (I have to admit, I'm going for the full university english guy and I have zero regrets) who's rich and likes graphic adventures, I don't think I'm asking that much.