This hurts me. This was not here when it left my hands. I'm extremely meticulous with my spines. I like them to be smooth and pretty. The normal wear and tear on corners happens sometimes, I get that. But straight up CRACKED like that? But now, whenever I look at the Vampire Academy section of my bookshelf, I cringe.
You know that time when you got hit in the face with a dodgeball in elementary school? You know, the time when your nose got broken and both your eyes were swollen and discolored like little black balloons (cue Goo Goo Dolls song.) And, horror of horrors, your school pictures were that same week?
And yet, your parents STILL insist on showcasing that broken, bruised, yet smiling face on the stairwell of photos that immortalizes your pre-pubescence? So whenever anyone walks past, they're like "oh, dang. What happened there?"
YOU, dear book borrower, are the mean, mean kid who launched that dodgeball. With that sh!t-eating grin on your face. WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!?!
It's kind of like that, I guess. At least in my head.
couldn't find a picture of a kid. but still.