I once tweeted "copy: you. Paste: my bed". WHAT A JOKE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHOM I WAS TALKING ABOUT?!!
But honestly, I feel kind of sad reading my old tweets. I miss high school and how easy it was. I spent my entire day reading books and then screaming at how bad the endings are. I miss getting excited over small things, like a release of a new book, a new chapter on Wattpad and a new song from my favorite singer. When I read all those tweets, I remember what it felt like to freak out when your favorite characters kiss, I remember that feel when your favorite man character says something sweet and I remember freaking out when your favorite character dies, when your favorite character turns bad or when the story does not end the way you wanted it to be. I remember the excitement of waiting for a new trailer, I remember how happy I was when my copy of City of Heavenly Fire arrived at home because I had been waiting for that book for literally 6 months and how I spent only a day to finish that 700+ long pages book. I miss the happy screams, the squeals, the gasps, the tears I let out just because of a damn book. Some people may say that crying so hard over fictional characters' deaths is over-reacting. But they don't know. They never loved those characters as much as I did. They never thought that maybe those fictional characters are better than real people. Those characters are more humane than people. I know those characters aren't real but I always like to think that they're real, even only in my head and somehow, those characters effect my life in a way I don't even understand.
God, I miss that life where I worry about nothing but whether my favorite characters will end up together or not.
Life was easy. I didn't even care about my life, I care more about my fictional characters' lives and their feelings. I even skipped school to finish a book.
(a little bit blurry but well, I tried)
*SIGHS*
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