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It's a funny thing when you look at something you used to love so dearly and realize that you don't love it anymore.
And it's not only about love, but about the opposite of love. And no, it's not hate. You can only hate something if you care enough about it still to have some emotions regarding the person, thing, idea, etc. The opposite of love is indeed not hate, but indifference.
And it's kind of scary to realize that all the things you used to love, you don't give a fuck about anymore. Especially when you wish you did.
And it's not only about love, but about the opposite of love. And no, it's not hate. You can only hate something if you care enough about it still to have some emotions regarding the person, thing, idea, etc. The opposite of love is indeed not hate, but indifference.
And it's kind of scary to realize that all the things you used to love, you don't give a fuck about anymore. Especially when you wish you did.