Wednesday 16 November 2011

Will the tears ever Stop?

So it's time.... I'm getting rid of, like, a row of YA books—mostly because I'm giving them to my niece. they aren’t all that important and even more so I haven’t read them in so long they are starting to collect dust. But....it’s taking them off....giving them away.... it’s....

Yeah, you can all say it, I need to grow up and stop holding onto things that aren’t all that important, and more so the ones that I haven’t read. But—but....

They’re just...they are...

Ha, there’s something I can latch onto. The books I’m giving to her—which I really do want to do—seriously I want someone to have them who will actually read them. And so I’m more than happy to give them to her. They’re just, like, well, my first sets of series, and it’s a whole shelf (nearly) of them... it’s like, what I imagine, getting an abortion must feel like. I’m losing something, and yet it’s not as if it’s all that important to me (shit, that was actually really horrible, sorry, try and forget what I said, please)