I just cannot. I don’t write to the end of a notebook, a journal, a rough register. I cannot keep a cellphone for more than 8 months before I get terribly bored of it. Or destroy the living hell out of it.Or lose it. Halfway watching a movie I remember something and whoosh I am off it. Midway reading a book I have this *Inspirational moment* that I put it down to write on that journal I will never write to the last page. The moment I know twenty pages are left…on to the new one. I am getting irritated of this habit now and I am not a good person to be with when I am irritated
I am not a good person to be with any time
So college is off. I wanna kill myself at home
So here’s the list of books I have read in the holidays uptil now and if I make a list of the books I might or I want to read.. I will never read them. If I tell someone I am reading a book while I am, I won’t complete it. If I tell someone that I like some friend, next day I’ll hate her
1) My Uncle’s Dream Fyodor Dostoyevsky
2) The Sirens of Titan Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
3) Three Men In A Boat Jerome k Jerome
4) Short Stories and poems and two plays of Oscar Wilde
Wonder why I left books to meet people =_= Now my brain’s all messed up and I have to fix the wiring again
anyways. Hail Kindle ! And that old bookshop that sold me that awesome edition of Oscar Wilde’s works
…although I couldn’t eat rest of the month.