It used to make me happy, I used to feel a rush.
Anticipation, enthusiasm, celebration, accomplishment, surprise, adrenaline. Things I used to feel why I played.
I can't get a break, I keep making mistakes.
Pushing, rewarding, reasoning, learning, pleading. Things we've tried and tried again.
So much potential, not a lot of hope.
What now.
I'm the problem, the dog is great. She's got titles, placements and stats. Good for her.
I'm tired of working toward something, of always fixing something, of always not being satisfied.
I'm tired of feeling the way I do about a hobby. I quit.
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