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I've been making a list of books that I want to read/re-read. And some of the ones that are on the re-read list take me back to some great memories.
I remember when I was passionate about reading and writing and learning. Which further leads me to believe that I'm stuck in a deep, deep rut.
I miss laying outside in the sunshine reading book after book and wishing that I could find some way to climb in to the pages in live the life of one of the characters. I feel like I had more hope and a better outlook back then.
God I sound depressed sometimes.
You know you're bored out of your mind with your life when you seriously discuss painting your closet just to have something to do.
I should pick a color.
I remember when I was passionate about reading and writing and learning. Which further leads me to believe that I'm stuck in a deep, deep rut.
I miss laying outside in the sunshine reading book after book and wishing that I could find some way to climb in to the pages in live the life of one of the characters. I feel like I had more hope and a better outlook back then.
God I sound depressed sometimes.
You know you're bored out of your mind with your life when you seriously discuss painting your closet just to have something to do.
I should pick a color.