So many things
That I could have said
All of these words
That you probably deserved
But for one more day
Maybe even two
I’ll let you be happy
And ignorant as can be.
You’re welcome.
So many things
That I could have said
All of these words
That you probably deserved
But for one more day
Maybe even two
I’ll let you be happy
And ignorant as can be.
You’re welcome.
I have a tendency to isolate myself, even inside my own house. And as I was awarded the opportunity to finally read for pleasure, as mentioned yesterday, I was also given a new perspective. Continue reading “[Day 107] Houses”
In the throes of my final high school year, it’s become increasingly difficult to concentrate on reading for pleasure. Between the rapid-fire AP lit reading syllabus to all my other commitments, losing myself in a book is out of the question.
Was out of the question. At the moment I’m reading a series of books, the first of which being The Secret History of the Pink Carnation. The books are a mix of espionage, historical fiction, and romance. They are wonderfully distracting.
Speaking of which, The Seduction of the Crimson Rose is beckoning to me and I only have a half hour until lights-out.
…I really missed reading.