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)