Someone told me he can lend me some of his books.
But, I am a kind of someone who doesn’t like to read long stories.
Nor interested to sit in the corner of my room, reading literature to seek the emptiness that I am currently living.
I hate to read books, both academic books and short stories. I also hate studying as if it took all my childhood life that everyone, except me, should enjoy. But there is one thing that’s bothering me right now, why did I lost my interest in books? And why is it like the soul of the books are hunting me, for what reason? Is it to read them? Or to make them?
But, here is for sure, that someone who asked me if I’m interested in lending his book made my soul creep with complex of reasons that me, myself cannot imagine.
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