I have this horrible habit of obsessing over other people's lives. I swear, even with characters in books. I just sit all day and play out different situations that might pertain to someone else's life. It sounds sick and that's probably because it is sick. I hate finishing books. I hate not knowing what happens next, not being able to read anything further, not being able to feel like this character or do that to another. Today I actually cried when I finished a book I was really enjoying. The 500+ pages just weren't enough. I wanted more. I'm pathetic.
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- June 05, 2008
- Lexie Obscura
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