Dear reader,

So, I see you've come. From where, I know not. Your name? Once again a mystery. I know not who you are, what you do, where you come from, nor what you believe.

It's safe to say that I do not know you and never will.
Right?

But still, you have come and you gaze upon these words, wondering what kind of crazy person I might be, why I even bother to write this. Or you simply do not care. Either way is fine.

I only hope to spark some type of interest inside you. To make you want to read my stories. See, my life exists only in books. Pick one up, turn a page, and you will find a life that maybe, just maybe, I hoped I could live.
To be popular.
A wizard.
A demigod.
A time traveler. 
A hero.
A beyonder.
A princess.
A long lost lover.
These are lives that will never be mine, but I still dream. I live in the pages of books. Those characters are my only friends and enimies. In the real world, this world where pain exists and lives aren't like fairy tales, I have no allies. No magic. No adorable boyfriend who would sacrifice himself for me or confess his love on his untimely deathbed. I am just me. A girl with too much stress, who's life can be explained in book quotes, for that is all my life has been. Wishing I was them. Those characters.

I hope you will take the time to read a nobody's stories. To learn of lives that she, that I, wished were my own. I hope that you, my dearest reader, will find a deeper meaning in my writing that I probably did not even mean to insert, and ponder it. Hold it tight. I hope I can offer you a life through my stories as I have lived through others'.

I hope I give you something to love as I have loved.