On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.

It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.

The good news is that I read the book, and because of its fantasy nature, I could not pretend that I was in the book. That way I could participate and still read.

He said it was the kind of book you made your own.

I hate you.'
My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me. She really did.
'I love you,' was all I could say in return.

Things change, friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody.