I love books, they have shown me love that I could never feel and bring me to the worlds that I have wished all my life to be in, I know it sound plausible when I say that I have been living a thousands of life, but I have clung to the fantasy I made to even realised that everything is just in my head, people said I was being delusional and selfish for ignoring other people feeling, but what do I get out of it, I think spending my time being a lunatic with people that does not exist is more fun than being used over and over again.
