Losing Myself In A Book So I Don't Lose Myself Completely...

Well would you look at that.

Barely lasted a month posting regularly.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't do anything. I'm so full of thoughts and feelings (although not emotions), but I can't even share a blog post which is about said thoughts and feelings.

Surely that should be easy, right? Apparently not.

I just wish I knew how to function properly.

The only thing I'm actually able to do and keep motivation for is reading.

That's not to be confused with being okay - it's completely about losing myself in a book the way that some people lose themselves in drugs or alcohol or anything similar. I need to lose myself in a book - that's the one thing which keeps me going: being able to step into someone else's story and forget I am me for a while.

When I lose the motivation for reading (which I guarantee I will), I don't know where I'll end up.

I am only still here because I've lost myself in enough books to keep me alive. I've read over 50 books since January 1st - that's over 50, closer to 60, full length novels in 42 days. And even then that's only just enough to keep me going.

What do I have when I can't bring myself to have that?

Oh well, I'll just see how it all goes and hope I can keep writing.