“he can’t see the smile I’m faking
and my heart’s not breaking
cause I’m not feeling anything at all
and you were wild and crazy
just so frustrating, intoxicating
complicated, got away by some mistake and now…”—Taylor Swift
I love books but they make me so depressed. I just eagerly chew through them all only to find myself either frustrated with the decisions the characters are making or envious of their exciting lives and mostly just sad because the book ended and that I have to find another story to engross myself with, only to have myself go through this same cycle.