Whenever my mind and heart hang low, I find the strength to lift them up through books.
Reality is too blunt.
Too scary.
Too real.
I wish I could write my own story.
That I could control what happens. I wish I could really live in a world with magic and fairies, with adventure and happiness.
I wish I could have a happily ever after.
But I can't.
Books are the closest thing to my verson of reality.
I don't need things to make sense to society, I need things to make sense to me.
I need fiction to function.
Fiction is anything you want it to be.
I want to be happy.
I want to leave reality.
