Which just shows that more people like to criticise me than to praise me.
Which hurts. Real. Bad. :( Tell me, guys, what is wrong with me?? You’re making me ask all sorts of questions about myself, and thanks to you guys, I cry in my sleep EVERY NIGHT, thinking about the HURTFUL comments you describe me with.
Oh wait. I don’t have a sense of shame. Whoops.
On a highly related sidenote (in the grand scheme of things, everything is somewhat highly related to one another), I BORROWED “WATCHMAN” FROM THE SCHOOL LIBRARY! Also, mine was the FIRST timestamp in the book, which means its NEW. Which is like so cool. It’s like, I just bought the book!
Except that I’ll have to return it to the library in two weeks’ time.
Yep, graphic novel.