Terrible waste

It's a terrible waste to wake up and not appreciate the sunrise.

It's a terrible waste to use a one glorious sunflower plant as an ash-tray.

It's a terrible waste to sit here and use my morning trying to conjure up some form of emotion as a reaction.

Nope. Nada. Nothing. Maybe except for a deep melancholy.

It's funny that two people who were once so close, can grow so far apart to the point that what the other says doesn't matter anymore.

I guess this must be what you call an evolution of time.

Trust me - I, too, can't be asked to argue anymore.