Escaping

When I'm feeling upset, I read a book. I don't really know why just the feeling of escaping your own world, and entering someone else's. Just before I split from my ex, I was getting really down, I only realised how low I felt when I had finished the book. I had only started it the night before, it was four hundered pages long, and I had done nothing but read. I didn't want it to end, I wanted to carry on, prehaps even become the character, anything other than being me. I had just found out that my boyfriend, at the time, had been touching up another girl at a party we went to. He denied it all, and kept saying things like; "don't you trust me?" I didn't know what to do, he went from being horrible to begging me to believe him, and back again. In the end we split, he told me that he didn't want to be with someone who didn't trust him. Fair enough except, in the end he admitted it was all true. He had lied to me, how could I have trusted him, would you have? Anyway, reading is part of my life, my defense mechanism! 
BlindPromises BlindPromises
18-21, F
Mar 19, 2007