I kept you a secret for so long, I don’t know how I’m suppose to talk about you. Whenever I mention you there’s a small pit in my stomach like I’m telling a lie, and what’s worse is I probably am! Because even now that you are out in the open I don’t want people to know exactly how much you hurt me and how much I miss you.
Reblog if you’ve ever yelled at a book.
Are there people who don’t reblog this?
I can only assume that the ones who haven’t aren’t reading the right books.
I’ve yelled at novels, textbooks, leaflets…
I’ve yelled at books, thrown them across the room and then apologised for getting angry