I just realized how dumb I was. My father gave me a copy of Where The Red Fern Grows when I was still 13. Kill me now. I was halfway through the book when I got mad and threw it off. I fucking threw it off. Screw my life.

Well, if you love something, you’ll defend it. I just can’t let other people bash something that influenced my whole life. If I could just put into words how pissed I am with that person, this post will be so long that you wouldn’t even read it anymore. I just can’t put it into words. Really. 

Since I was a child, I’d been a Potterhead. Harry Potter and his adventures captured my attention for years now. I love the awesome characters, the great escapades and the freaking horcruxes. I’ve read all the books and also watched all the movies. I may be overacting as you see but it has been a part of my life since I was like, what? Ten? Eleven? I haven’t even hit the puberty stage at that time! It taught me to value my friends and family and to be strong!

On the other side is The Fault In Our Stars. The book written by the handsome author, John Green. This is one of the books that made me contemplate the gray walls between death and dying, the thick haze of hope from surviving a near-death tragedy  and well, of course, love. I just read it a couple of days ago. It changed my outlook to DEATH. I don’t know but I haven’t been afraid of death since then!

To YOU, who told me that you don’t like those books, that those books are the WORST BOOKS that you have read, that those books WASTED YOUR CRAPPY MONEY, and that those books are only for IDIOTS and IMMATURE FOLKS, I can certainly tell that YOU DO NOT READ. Just seriously? Those books? Worst? Oh, please. I just can’t stand not to say how I’m utterly pissed right now because of you. You just don’t know the meaning of the word worst.

And, I can also tell that you haven’t read Twilight. (Oh, me and my hatin’ skills.)