When you get home after what you thought was a good day until now. And you realize that you’ve been pretending that it’s been good for so long you’re actually starting to believe it. And then the crying starts.
Don’t get caught up in it. Think about something else. Think about something else. Do something. Do anything. Don’t get caught up in it. Stop concentrating. Stop worrying. Don’t get caught up in it. Don’t get caught up in it. Do anything but this. Stop worrying. Don’t get caught up in it.
“I started to go to the library, devouring every book I could lay my hands on. Once I began one, I couldn’t put it down. Reading was an addiction, I read while I ate, on the train, in bed till late at night, in school, where I’d keep the book hidden so I could read during class.”—
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I love how every protagonist of Murakami’s is an avid reader.