Words of a teenage escapist.

I want to live near a bookstore. It would be nice to surround myself with books when I get tired of people and life in general.

Books make me more happy than people. That’s a little bit sad but people make me sad and I don’t know if I’m making sense here but books don’t mean to hurt your feelings like some people do. When they make you feel sad, it’s the beautiful kind of sad that’s poignant and makes you want to hug the world and not the plain, ugly kind of sad that makes you want to curl up into a ball and die. 

Or maybe I'm just bitter tonight.