I like reading. I wanna read. I want to sit in a corner at my house and spend my whole day reading and reading and reading and go into some other magical world. I want to read and cry and cry some more because a book is so beautiful and so angsty it's impossible not to feel anything. I want to read and feel my heart palpitating. I want to read and spend the other hours thinking about life again and how I want to live it because a book changed my mind and my perception of so many things.

But every day reality happens. Even if I have the time to read, I frankly do not have the heart to anymore.