My Feelings...Murdered
Thanks to my waifu on Facebook (I'm actually waifu #3...don't ask nor judge us about our harem), earlier in the summer I began reading the Divergent series. She had been pestering me about it for a good moment, but I'm like all sorts of lazy and procrastinate horribly. I didn't think I would care much for it, as I'm not really into the Young Adult novels and such, but I love my waifu and she's been spot on with her judgement before so I figured, "Eh...why not?" Once I got into the first book of the same name, I powered through it very quickly, forgoing sleep in the name of finishing, and quickly bought the second book, and repeated the same pattern. The third book wasn't out yet, so I pre-ordered it so that way it load onto my Nook. Taking advantage of the fact that it was just me at the house, I spent the whole day reading and finished it a few hours ago, and my feelings have been destroyed. When my waifu wakes up, I'm fucking up her wall on Facebook. She better hurry and finish reading, so I can cry out my frustrations at her and about the book. Ugh...I was going to watch some more Downton and Supernatural, but I don't need to watch or read anything that's going to further rape my fucking feels. So, I'm going to engage in some [as] and read some PWP. Because there those times when you just need to read about your favorite crack pairings having all sorts of hot, sweaty sex to put you a in better mood.