
I can’t seem to get over this feeling I’m having since I read chapter 7 of The Kite Runner today on my way home. I read in traffic jam to kill killed-time, and today as I was reading I approached a twist and traffic resolved before I knew what it was, so I stopped, until it destroyed me. I wish I had more time, I’m completely attached to this novel and, since I read that, I’m not having the courage to continue reading through.
I can’t get over this bitter taste of guilt and hatred, seriously, I’m not phylosophizing here, It’s just haunting. Thank you Mr. Khaled for messing up with my head!
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