solskensbarn

I used to imagine there was a library in heaven, or heaven was the library in the clouds. With the blue sky as roof, and fluffy clouds would be the chairs. And outside the library there would be sounds of joy. Happiness.
          	And I could concentrate while reading. And God of course, would be up there as well.
          	I still hope there is a library in heaven.

solskensbarn

I used to imagine there was a library in heaven, or heaven was the library in the clouds. With the blue sky as roof, and fluffy clouds would be the chairs. And outside the library there would be sounds of joy. Happiness.
          And I could concentrate while reading. And God of course, would be up there as well.
          I still hope there is a library in heaven.

solskensbarn

I don't love reading anymore. It used to be my life. When things were hard, I read. When I felt good, I read. Every moment to me was an opportunity to read, and maybe I will love to read again, in the future. Until then I will continue feeling like there is something missing from my life, like something was stolen from me. The joy of reading. This is the closest I can get to explain how my depression takes over me, making me into someone I don't know.

solskensbarn

I just went on a nostalgic trip on wattpad, visiting all those works that I have loved, and still do. And man it hits me hard, I have spent around 7 years on this page. So many good books, never finished, so many books have been published, some have been deleted. I spent half my teenage years on here, and it was worth it.