I read a lot.
Like a LOT.
If you ask my friends one thing they always see me with, they'll answer "at least one book."
Books are a form of therapy to me.
They enable me to switch in between worlds.
Worlds where everything isn't messed up.
Worlds where love is found and villains cease to exist.
Worlds where I have friends that care greatly for me.
Places where "fantasy" is actual reality.
Where wizards and witches roam,
Where people once broke down factions and created peace,
Where people managed to break out of a maze and go through multiple trials for life and happiness,
Where people forced a stop to murder and restored life,
Where in every ending, it was happy.
Books have created homes for me.
Homes like Hogwarts,
Like District 13,
Homes with Tobias and Tris,
With Newt and Thomas,
With Clary and Jace.
People call me a nerd for reading every chance I get. But what they don't know is that books have kept me alive.
The realities in which I speak of have helped me hold onto hope that maybe someday I'll have an amazing ending like the friends from my books did.
The pages are so much more than a sheet of paper.
They're portals in utopias.
They're open doors that lead straight to happiness and friends and family.
That's why I read.
