Stiff.

My book starts with the ending of another.
The plot you may ask? Well...

You see I was just a girl that liked reading. A lot. So much so that I considered it my well being.

The thing about reading, for me, is that no matter how crappy life gets books will be there for you. They give you a way to escape. A way to live. A way to imagine a life better than your own.

Reading a book was what got me into this mess.

This mess being falling in love, even though I didn't believe in it, with someone I didn't particularly want to fall in love with.

Someone who brought equal happiness and sadness to me. But also gave me some what of a social life.

Too bad he broke my heart.