THIS IS NOT A POEM. I repeat. THIS IS NOT A POEM.

Welcome to the world where Mia iwll vent. Mia wil ldelete this in approximately 3 and a half days. Mia can't type and doesn't particularly want to either.
ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a a.. *looks around room* book. It was a lovely book. But it was irritated, so it ripped out all tis pages. That didn't help. so it jumped off a shelf. That didn't help. So then it decided to scribble in it.. Umm.. on its cover. That didn't help. It had lost hope. So it decided it was absolutely worthless and wanted to end its life. But it was a book and couldn't do that. So then, it was all 'ZOMG, THIS SUCKS OUT LOUD" so then it hid in a dark hole, and didn't come out. AND THEN. Guess what happened next? Its friend called. And its friend was all "ZOMG, SUPPPPP????//??" and the book was all fake happy till she.. IT hung up the phone. THEN, guess what happened? ANOTHER BOOK just HAD to describe the perfect love scene between the other book and yet another, masculine book, to make the first book feel even worse about itself than it already did. and you know what there's nothing ANYONE can do about it, and let me tell you why book lovers. Becuase in this world.. SOME PEOPLE WIN. And others don't. life is a game. (I have no idea wtf I'm saying), and all you can rip out your pages if you want, but did it make the book any happier? NOOO. It didn't. So my advice to all you fellow books.. screw it. Just give up.
FKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKZ!

Wow. That felt good. Don't take my advice by the way, it's crap.
- Mia