A Story of a Sad Little Boy

chapter 16: books

So,  as many people learn over time,  books lie.  Now all the book lovers just reported me and removed this book from their libraries,  BUT first of all slow your asses down there was a second part and secondly I love books but I'm not wrong.  Book are supposed to lull you into a sense of security.  I love books,  but they lie.  I'm romance stories on here,  lies. Horror,  yep more lies.  Rant books, hyperboles which are just extra lies.  Authors don't write about all the good stuff because that shit doesn't sell.  While writing this story,  I've exaggerated and stretched some things.  I've also left out some things. People describe things  in more vivid not completely true details.  For example,  if I were to describe myself as I actually look I would say I have muddy green eyes with messy curly hair in a short,  shaven style.  But if I were to describe myself the way a author would it be more like I have bright green eyes with a light freckle brown film over them,  light brown hair with short, almost shaven sides and a curly floof on top,  nose like a button and lips always pink.  One is more truthful that the other but the other one is more descriptive and flattering for the character.  So in books,  everyone that reads gets a false hope that that will eventually happen to them. Guess what,  it never does.  Now I'm not great at being uplifting or supportive or even nice.  To be honest I'm a dick most of the time but I try.  Books have given me something to distract myself from the world.  Well I have nothing else to say. 

THANKS FOR READING!!  YOUR ALL AMAZING,  ALL 7 OF YOU.  PLEASE MAKE SURE TO VOTE AND SHARE.  BYE FUCKERS-GRIFF

PS.  I'm going to DC next week so updates will be sparce for the next 2 weeks. 
Current status: sad,  lonely, single mentally unstable but doing okay

The photo is a picture of my amazing friend taken on a field trip by someone else.