She sat at her desk, her book open and her music turned to a low murmur. The lights blazed because she always forgot to turn them off, and a glass of fruit juice lay, also forgotten, sweating by her elbow. She was completely engrossed, far enough into the book that, if anyone were listening, they might hear her breath catch as she forgot to breath. Behind her, on the dresser, on the night-table, on her pillow, on the desk over her head, in a pile on the floor, lay her true loves. Her books, that ever-changing, never-changing world of truths and lies, of hope and despair, of fact and fiction, past and present, myth and legend.Take a Look How I Am Talk to Me Submit
- Me at school: I'm going to go home and study hard all night for this upcoming test.
- Me when I get home: *Eats, takes a shower, goes on tumblr, goes to bed*
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