I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki

by Baek Se-hee

I read something about that in a book, that emotions have something like passageways, and if you keep blocking your bad emotions, you end up blocking your good emotions as well.

I’ve never loved anyone with half of my heart thinking, this is enough for me. As passive as I am, I share my everything.

But books are different. I often look for books that are like medicine, that fit my situation and my thoughts, and I read them over and over again until the pages are tattered, underlining everything, and still the book will have something to give me. Books never tire of me. And in time they present a solution, quietly waiting until I am fully healed. That’s one of the nicest things about books.