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i want it to rain the hardest its ever rained just because all i feel like doing is listening to the perfect sound it makes against the metal onnings above the windows. i kind of want to sit on my porch and read a really good book that i never thought i would read because i thought the cover was ugly. i'm always the type of person that judges a book by its cover, and if the person/the book doesn't look like i would talk to them, i never actually will, unless they come up to me. i don't get it sometimes. i WANT to read, but i can never finish a book to save my life. i dont think i need a couneslour, but why can everyone else read but me? reading has like, seriously taken over the world. all you hear is shit like, "HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MOVIE?" or "HAVE YOU READ THAT BOOK?" and im always the one in the corner like, "no." i feel so stupid, and i feel like an alien sometimes. it's really stupid, but i need fucking help. I NEED TO READ A BOOK.

SOMEONE HELP ME!