Term me a faker if you want to. Wouldn’t change a tinge of my life.
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Anyhow, let’s just erase the unpleasant entries of the past, eh? Awesome! Let’s stalk tomorrow then. What shall I remind myself of when im in desperate need of a reason to get up from bed in the morning tomorrow? Oh geez.
Ahh.. I’d virtually forgotten. I’ve got fantastic news to share! Yes, in fact, it exceeds a great deal more than the dreary, tedious adjective - “fantastic”. It’s a commencement to a whole new chapter of life.
I’m getting along with books!
Not as much as you’d expected from me, eh? If you just wandered into my life in a smudged point, all I can and am willing to do is to express sympathy - for not being able to narrate my tale of not getting along with books. But that was fact.
I judge myself as a 1/2 ‘get-along-with-book’-er. Why? I still can’t spare the tiniest gap for fictions. I feel sorrey for myself – but along the way, I’d learn to open up to a brand new experience of non-fictions, which, as a matter of fact, has much aided my ‘poem’ skills.
Again, call me weird. I don’t get along with fictions now; sue me :p
