Dear Diary, I did it again. I spent half of my day reading novels. God, I ruined my day. I'm feeling so awful. I've been trying to stop reading them and do something more productive. I'm failing at it. Am I that weak?
The thing is....
I'm not reading novels because they are interesting...
I'm trying to escape reality by drowning in the world of fantasies...
Ugh, I'm fucked up