Okay, so I’m probably just extremely tired and looking into things too much but..
I just finished reading a book called Willow. I am so glad that Skylar let me borrow it because it is an amazing, eye opening book. It’s about a girl who cuts herself to allow her to feel physical pain instead of emotional pain, to deal with her issues. Anyways, I feel like that’s what reading has been doing for me. Not so much feeling physical pain (since I don’t beat myself with the books or give myself paper cuts) but to distract myself from feeling any emotional pain. I’ve been reading non-stop for the past few weeks. I absolutely love it. Today is the first day that I have gone pretty much all day without reading (I finished Willow this morning and haven’t read since). All of a sudden, I’m somewhat depressed and choked up and all of that. Holy hell I remember why I hate feeling like this. I just feel like this is one of the main reasons I will always, always, always have my books. Because they are there for me when absolutely no one can run to my side and save me, because they take me somewhere far away from where I am and help keep my mind off of the things that get me down. I’m their Willow and they’re MY Guy. They’re the only thing that has saved me and will continue to save me. I don’t know where I would be if I would have never have fallen in love with these imaginary worlds.
Wow, I seriously appreciate them and the authors that have wrote them..
