The Book of Loves, RatArt Press, Michael Henninger, 2005. Edition of 16.
One thing I observed while shredding my old journals was just how much of my life I have wasted mooning over some boy who was, quite obviously, never going to love me back.
Another thing? That you can fall out of love with someone just like that [ding!].
What's written in your Book of Love?
Somewhere along the line I read that only boring girls kept diaries, so I stopped writing one. It bums me out now. Why are you shredding your diaries?
Posted by: Jennifer g | November 22, 2009 at 09:24 PM