Fahrenheit 451 Narrative

As I sat at home alone watching tv I noticed that I couldn't focus on the tv. Or anything for that matter. "I can't think straight." I told myself  All I can think about is that poem. I've never heard anything like that. There isn't a tv wall in the world that could make me feel the way that poem did. I can still hear Montag telling me to go and think about my empty life. My life isn't empty is it? I have money, tv's, and "friends". But I need something more. 

I began to cry again. I knew that I need something else to fill the void inside of me.  I haven't felt this emotional in forever and it was all because of a book. Are books really the answer? I kept telling myself no of course not books are evil. They make people different and different is bad. But deep down I knew this wasn't true. Has my whole life been one big lie?

  I want to know more. I want to read. But how could I without anyone knowing. Maybe I could steal one from Montag. Or maybe get Mildred to steal it for me. She might be willing considering how often those two have been arguing lately. I need to read