You never collect dust, and you love the attention. A beat up book that catches your eye in the basement level of a library. You spread yourself open for all to read. You catch the readers eye with your worn cover and your sad story. I've read it all before, but the prologue intrigued me. Even though everyone has had their way with you and have had their hands all over your pages, I borrowed you from the public library. Unlike everyone else, I had every intention of keeping you for myself. I read the first couple chapters, but there was so many missing pages. Your story got old after awhile. I lost interest, and skimmed through you. It was just the same story over and over again. Chapter 2 identical to chapter 5, your story dragged on and on, but I wasn't through with you. You still didn't make sense to me, and I had to know the dramatic conclusion to your story. I grew impatient, flipped through your pages impulsively not caring to hear the rest of it. I just wanted to know how it ended... Unsatisfied with your ending, I tore the last page out and left a post-it with a small note in its place reading: " I knew it was gonna end like this, but I fell for it. I knew you were just like everyone else, but I wanted to believe that you were different... story of my life" But dont worry babe, you hold a special place in my own personal library, maybe for once you'll collect dust.