growing up sucks. i was once an overjoyed kid— staying up til 3AM, waking up early in the morning to read, reading under the blankets, reading under the table at school, setting alarm clocks for a midnight read, and all those things. i can once read 3 books a day with more than 40 chapters. i was only on grade 6 when i fell in love with reading, when i first used wattpad. im about to enter college this 12th of august, fearing for what my future beholds. before, i never feared to not have the time for reading because i was always free. but when shs came i had so small time that i could only sleep and rest. now that i am reaching for greater heights, i don’t think i would still have time for myself, to be myself, or better yet, to read. its sad to let go or to halt what i was and who i really am. there is always a constant fear.
when i get that title, ill read again like how i did. :))
