The Moths of Discontent
I feel like that old outfit you never wear but love so dearly and just can’t bring yourself to get rid of because of sentimental attachment. Because WHAT IF you decide to actually want to wear it again someday? It’s like I’ve been shoved in the closet for that “special occasion” that never comes, while in the meantime, your closet is infested with the moths of discontent and I’m being eaten alive while I wait for your interest to return.