Short Story Number Seven Hundred and Twenty Seven
I had so much fun today. I stayed inside and read a book and forgot all about my stupid problems. I know I shouldn’t take everything so seriously all the time, that I should just be happier or something, but I find it really hard to just relax. I can’t help it. My blood and my brain and my heart need to worry about something. And I know it sounds stupid, but sometimes I get so sad that I just want to stay in bed and cover myself in books and never move again.
(Source: keremmermutlu)
