My classmates were studious. Every day, their faces are buried under several thick text books and they're all busy taking down notes. They won't give a right answer during exams and they would hide their assignments so I couldn't copy. I thought they're selfish. I was like, I guess it's time to stop being lazy hehehe. So I did start reading.
*years later*
*Jumps to fiction*
The first novel I read was The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho. It wasn't too thick for me and I have to practice pronouncing words right so I thought it would be the best book to start with. At that time, I was having issues finishing it but when I got the gist of it, I got hooked. Since then, I never saw myself not reading especially these past year when I had the luxury to purchase books, it truly converted me. Why am I writing this? Aside from my very close friend PJ gave me an idea, it would also be another way to release tension. I admit that I buy books beyond my means but I really don't care. Books are addictive, to be honest. Yes, I am BOOKAHOLIC. I forget my pains and frustrations. It's as if I live in a very peaceful world. Books drive me away from my own insecurities and dilemma. I can get myself surrounded with fantastic world buildings, things that doesn't have the ability to hurt me. Anxietiy and struggles are washed down when reading and I complete get lost in the book. It's such a wonderful escape. Importantly, books keep me company. I always get intoxicated with hope instead of loneliness.
No rehabilitation center can cure me from being Bookaholic. I am PROUD that am on my 63rd book.
So forgive me if I hoard.
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