I think I need some sort of book control pill. Maybe one that can convince me not to go out and get more books, to put some down. Maybe to give some away, for all I know.
I can't go on like this. This is an addiction that is spiraling out of control. If it spirals any further, my bedroom floor will probably collapse.
I need some serious book control, I think. This book addiction is stressing me out to the max. There is no way that I can possibly read all of the books that I have in my corner in the next year and the sad part is that a lot of them are library books.
I heard that some people want to make Internet addiction a mental disorder in the DSM manual. If they think that is a mental disorder, I probably have one too. A book addiction, if that's even possible to have. I can't help but swipe every book that seems good or that have a good smell. I can't put them down and I have to drag them out. A trip to the library or the bookstore is too of an intoxicating idea to me that I must succumb to it, no matter how many books that I have. Once so many books are put in front of me, I can't help but grab as many of them as I can.
There's something about their covers. The feel of them. The enticing stories that they hold for me, the stories beneath them that sound so appealing and so easy to escape into. I feel an itch at the end of my fingertips at the sight of it, an itch that only goes away after I have as many books in my arms as I can possibly carry. It was cute before but now it's a serious problem.
I probably shouldn't worry about it. I probably should just separate the library books from the non-library books and read it when I can get around to it. Alas, having a book pile makes me feel chained and pressured; it feels wrong to leave those books in the dust for so long, neglected as they are there. So I feel the urge to read, read, read as much as I can but the only problem is that I, as a human being with an actual life, can only read so much. And I am reading as much as I can, reading as often as my schedule allows for me.
Alas, this is the plight of the bookworm. I'll learn to adapt eventually or else my purse will end up reigning me back in.
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