Love for reading

It's no secret that I love reading. I've been an avid reader for about a year now, and I'm just as hooked as I was when I started. I don't really remember what got me started, but I remember just the book that did it for me, Divergent by Veronica Roth. Still one of the best books (series) I've ever read. Once I read that I was just hungry for more, specifically more teen fiction/ distopia science fiction. I think I've read every good one out there. 

I haven't gotten sick of science fictions but I was ready for a change so recently I've been reading just teen fiction. Colleen Hoover to be more specific. I read Slammed first then Point of Retreat. I thought they were both amazing. Inspiring almost. Currently I'm reading Hopeless, her stand alone novel. As of right now I'm really hoping she's working on book two! I'm also wondering where she has been all my life. 

You can friend me on Goodreads if that tickles your fancy: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/8854618-amber

Happiness

I wish I could preach about how to find happiness in this blog, but the truth is; I'm still struggling to find it myself. I've been struggling with depression my whole life—but who isn't, right? Along the way I think I lost myself. 

Lately that's been my struggle. Who am I?

Whenever I think about who I am, I immediately go to who I used to be, and sometimes I feel that's how I am now, but I know that's not true. The last few years I have just felt like nobody. I have no life in me. 

When asked what my interests are, I come to a blank. I don't have interests. But what kind of person doesn't have interests? I often think that, and I don't know what happened. I have made attempts to have new hobbies but I get bored of it very easily, and nothing ever sticks. So, what's wrong with me?

I wish I knew the answer.