Discovered on Facebook - Originally posted on Thought Cataloge by Charles Warnke
You, who make my life so god damned difficult.
The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning.
She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold.
You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not.
But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am...
You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied.
So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.