i'm just being practical

[mylifeinajar]

I'm not brilliant like you, so I can't write a book like you that will move as many people or mountains. I wish I could, and a lot of times I think that maybe if I read your words one more time something will click and it won't be mimicry but some beautiful and original imitation that is fit to print and fit to call my own. It's hopeless though and I know it. And each page I turn is another page of love that I haven't written so I've stopped reading to save my self esteem and keep my psychological condition intact. But I want someone to love you if I can't so I lent your stories to all my friends and they read it and they loved it and now they won't love me ever like they could have loved you, had they known you. I can't describe loneliness without including a detalied description of hopelessness.

And there are only thirteen ways to say no to a prince.