50 shades of f***** up

what the hell is this...It's 310 a m, and tears are streaming down my face. chapter 21... I can put the book down... the tips of my fingers burning as I turn each page... Was I meant to read this book? yes, obviously..... 50 shades of f***** up. The correlations are impossible, the similarities are blinding. the scared little girl, right in the middle of something that she doesn't really understand. my body trembles from head to toe, thoughts and emotions...shattered like a piece of glass.... each piece ...a glistening diamond of my reality. The intelligent woman, in my mind, telling me to run for the hills and deliver myself.... the inner goddess screaming at me..... you'll have to pry my beautiful, burning fingers with a crowbar, and perhaps that may not even obtain release.
use your head Margaret.... gag that inner goddess bitch with your bandana.....