there's something about reading that drives me crazy. It makes my heart heavy. i feel out of sorts. reading makes me feel insane, like i dont want to be readying because im always jealous of the lives the characters have. but at the same time i cant stop. reading almost makes me feel at home. i connect better with the characters than i ever have any real human. thats why i love twilight, i dont care how other people feel about it. but reading depresses me because it always comes to an end.
im reading a book right now called "thirteen reasons why". its amazing. its about a girl who killed herself but before hand made 13 tapes and sent them to people. ive neer read a more suspenseful book. i dont want it to end. the girl, hannh, is dead and yet i envy her more than anything right now.
"at that moment, the air felt heavy. filled with loneliness. and that loneliness stayed with me the rest of the night."
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