I have an accidental habit of collecting books I've never read and leaving them unread on my bookshelf. I have an accidental habit of collecting boys who always want to kiss me on the mouth and never want to call me their girlfriend.
When Winter comes and my step mom asks me what I want for Christmas this year, I'm going to give her another list of books I'll never read. When February comes, I'll spend another Valentine's Day on my own and feel really sad when I see babies at the grocery store.
