It’s been about 4 years or so since I did read something just for pleasure, just ‘cause I wanted it. It was “Murder on the Orient Express” and took me A MONTH to finish it. Every word felt like a solid brick, every page a wall. The reading became tedious, suffocating, jaded. I haven’t really touched a book since.
(Yes, I’ve read “The ball” and “A manual for cleaning women”, but just because it was for a specific subject. Didn’t enjoy them, but I reccomend them)
And even so I know it “is-was” one of my hobbies, I know I still want to read, is just my brain’s not working straight these years.
I love drawing, illustration; I’ve been trying to study in order to be an illustrator, yet I haven’t really drawn in years.
I know I like pastry/bakery, but the last recipes were a bit of a fail.
I don’t enjoy those things anymore.