Hey girl. Yeah, you. The one sitting in the corner, nose in a book. The one not willing to open up, who just wanted to dive into her book and disappear. Has anyone ever told you that you are loved?
When you close the book, when you step out of the fantasy world, does it seem dull to you? Does it feel like this life is so full of pain and sorrow it's too much to bear? Do you run to your books to hideaway? To live another life besides your own? Do you ever feel like you just want to slip away and not come back? Do you read, because when the troubles get to be too much, you can just close the book?
