usualy I'll find a book, like when I'm cleaning or something, or I just walk past and pick it up. but then I'm suddenly reading it.

I'll just sort of fall back from whatever I was doing. be sitting on the floor in the middle of my room with random piles of stuff around me. and I'll read.

and read.

and I'll finaly notice what I did about an hour or two later.

but I won't care.

I'll keep reading until I finish the book, or until my back hurts, or until my eyes are so dry that I almost start crying-like. and even then I have to force myself.

so then I try my hardest to do something else.

but that will only last for so long.

I'll stay up all night to finish the book, or, in some fairly horrible cases, I'll finish the book. and then search out another one.

and sometimes I keep up with that cycle for weeks, months. finding books, ones that I've read, ones that I needed to read long ago.

I'll find them, and I'll do as much as I can to just keep reading.

a break form life, I guess...

I should go to bed. after all, friday the 13th is almost over. aw...



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