My favorite book is a notebook I just walked into my office (okay so I'm a college student with an office) and there are still boxes of books to be lovingly stashed and papers to be crumpled and thrown away.

I never promised I'd be organized and I never promised I'd try.

Then I walked into my room and saw all the books I still have to read. I love all my books like children and feel oh so guilty when they don't receive all the loving attention they deserve.

So now what do I do?

I think I will write. The perfect solution to all my problems. I'll just hid away in some cafe corner and scrible down all the thoughts I can think of and all the thoughts I can't think of. That way nothing will be left undone.
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