I just want to run around my house screaming right now.
I can't even process all of this.
I haven't read since November because of mid-terms and family shit and now it's just all hitting my like a brick to the face.
I think I love it but I'm not sure because I'm so sad/angry/REALLYFUCKINGSAD/scared.
I'll leave a coherent review when I'm done staring at my ceiling contemplating life.