"But I can't go too far, or futher. I might lose myself in the process. Even if her arms are so inviting, and all I want to do is rightfully and completely plunge myself in this fantasy, I just can't. This world is a mere fairytale made by mind, desperate for escape from the harsh clutches of loneliness and sadness in the real world. But..I am at least happy here, right? Isn't that enough rightful reason for me to just ignore and abandon everything that's real in favor of the happiness that barely ghosts a touch on my fingertips?
(But what's the use if such happiness is fake, fake, fake-)"
-An excerpt from my unpublished Jennette one shot book. This is me venting, totally not concerning right?
(Btw I'll probably update 'the man of her dreams' somewhere around summer...hang tight guys, school is just a few months away from ending!)
