maybe I’m a hypocrite and that’s something I’ll have to work on.
but why in the hell did you hear me say ‘this is my favourite thing’
and you preceded to give me an itemized list of the reasons you didn’t think it was good enough
and couldn’t tell you were breaking pieces of me, as you continued on through the pages and pages
I wanted to show you a piece of me
it wasn’t for you to judge and find wanting.
but that review wasn’t really for me anyways
i couldn’t tell my friends it was cute you read my favourite book series, because you spent 1 hour and 48 minutes lecturing me on all the ways it was awful. meanwhile your sad I don’t tell you about the things I love.