It’s like I am betraying my WHOLE EXISTENCE.
I AM TELLING YOU, I have spent the last week TRYING to get my mind to focus on the immeasurably pleasurable task of picking up new books, stroking them *SENSUALLY*, looking at the cover with heart eyes. AND THEN, OH, THE REEADING PART!! BUT. I. CANNOT. GET. MYSELF. TO. DO. IT!! *ugly sobbing*
WHY CAN’T I DOOOOOO IT??? WHY THE HELL AM I ENJOYING THIS???
And ALL THOSEEE FAITHFUL, GORGEOUS BOOKS – Just staring at me, accusing me, driving me MADDD with guilt. I can’t take it. I CANNOT TAKE IT ANY LONGER.
You’ve GOT to put me out of my misery and TELL ME, for heaven’s sake, tell me that it’s not only meee. That you guys have experienced this too.