Good grief
3 September 2006 10:29I feel like I gave up a secret, and I shouldn't have done it. But the line is hard to walk between loving something and wanting others to know your love. I think the book isn't talking to me right now, and I hope it's just because of the outside noise and bustle and not that it's mad at me for telling about our secret love-affair. Everything was so nice and connected and flowing and wonderful... and then it just wasn't. The words were just words. I can't read books when they're like that.
What I mean is--I can't eat, I can't sleep, I just wait around and hope you'll talk to me. Come back to me, book. I love you.
(I hear that normal people type things like this about other people)
What I mean is--I can't eat, I can't sleep, I just wait around and hope you'll talk to me. Come back to me, book. I love you.
(I hear that normal people type things like this about other people)