…having to leave the room so you can quietly cry over a book, far from the prying, judgmental eyes of family.
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October 10, 2016 at 8:46 pm
Meh.. I just cry. My family is used to it haha
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October 10, 2016 at 9:06 pm
Lucky! My family already think I’m crazy when it comes to fictional people without throwing tears into the equation 😥
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October 10, 2016 at 9:02 pm
When I want to stay in my own and just read my book in peace, it’s like I’m isolating myself, but most times, some “private” things need to be done in *cough private. Like bawling my eyes out after a particular act. 😩
October 10, 2016 at 9:07 pm
I completely agree with you 😦 I remember the first time a book affected me like this. I was about 11/12 and was reading a teen romance that involved the guy dying. I had to shut myself in my room so I could cry 😦
October 10, 2016 at 9:15 pm
11/12? Okay I still do it, but that may just be because I enjoy being on my own🐶
Oh no, I totally do still! I mean, that was just the first of many, many more occasions to come over the following years 😛
October 10, 2016 at 9:17 pm
Lol😂😂I was wondering 😆
October 11, 2016 at 6:06 pm
The very worst is when I’m deep into sobbing, and my husband comes in and ruins the moment. Why now?!?! Go away!
October 12, 2016 at 12:33 pm
Ah if only people understood the troubles and woes of us bookworms! 😛
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