“When I was five I learned to read. Books were a miracle to me - white pages, black ink, and new worlds and different friends in each one. To this day, I relish the feeling of cracking a binding for the first time, the anticipation of where I'll go and whom I'll meet inside.”
― Jennifer Weiner, Good in Bed.
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i don’t know who i am anymore, depression devoured me whole, i have no personality, no passions, no goals. all i have is a sick brain and ways to cope.
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enemies to lovers but it's me and myself
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