FicWad

I like reading. I like reading a lot. Something that is rare for people around my age. I really do like reading a lot. Not some specific genre, I do not have a favorite genre, even though I have a genre I read the most. But I like reading pretty much all kinds of genres. That does not mean though that I like all books. Obviously. I bet no one like every book that exists in this world. I swear, I like reading. But I HATE interpreting and analyzing books and stories and poems. I FREAKING HATE IT. Genuine question: How do the teachers supposedly want to know that, I do not know, "The sky is blue" is indicating sadness. Yes, blue is a sad color or something, but the sky appears blue (as far as I know, the sky is not actually blue, but rather looks blue, but I do not really want to look further into it and I doubt my teachers know this). So, why would the blue sky mean sadness, when the author saw the sky as blue? I have no idea. All I know is that I have a lot of problems with analyzing, interpreting and whatever else there is. It just sucks. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. I freaking hate it. Did I already mention that I freaking hate it? If this diary were ever to fall into someone's hands and they decide to analyze it, then know to not believe whatever they tell you!