Just finished a book. The word distraught can't even begin to describe the whirlwind of emotions that my heart is going through right now. It feels empty but, oh, so heavy. I love it. It made me cry, it made me laugh and everything in between. Undescribable changes happened deep within my mind and soul. I read four years worth of writing in one week, but those few days felt like my whole life time. I felt the humanity seeping out of the screen and clawing at my consciousness during late nights as I read more and more of the book. I feel as if my heart has been ripped out and then reborn as something new, though not necessarily better. Tears rolled down my face, but they held much, much more than just the traces of salty sadness inside them.
Anyways the book was Serendipity and I felt dramatic during first period when I wrote this.
