You'd think I will get over it.

Just as I think, come on, this book I had read about 20++ times, I didn't NEED to read it again. It's all printed in my brain.

At the next moment, I will think, since I got nothing better to do, why I don't start it all over again? Just to refresh the memories, you know, humans tend to forget. Okay, fine enough. I picked up the books, turn to the first page, and began to read it again. And only put down the book after I had finished reading it, which as at about 1 a.m.. Again.

You'd think I'll learn my lesson.
Perfect, all I need is yawning at the next morning. That will be interesting.

So I scolded myself, promised myself not to do it again, because I'll be sleep deprived.

*Repeat lines on top ten times. *

That's me.

A little bit self-destructive.
A little bit bookish. (so maybe a lot)
Also might be foolish.

Wish I have the ability to 'know one when saw one'. ---I mean books. We can't judge a book by cover, right?

Smile always.