I may be a crappy writer, but I love reading and writing because it helps me make up a perfect world in an alternate universe. When in reality life is stupid. The girl never gets her guy, she gets her heart broken, then she doesn't get the happily ever after she deserves. Humiliation is beyond real, having a hideous body is VERY possible with society's standards. Why can't everything be like a book? And just when everything seems to go good Mr/Mrs. Life whacks you with a dictionary. 
If society didn't have any standards we would all feel jealous of others. There is no perfect life. People may seem perfect, but behind the curtain, it is probably very different.
The books on here don't talk about unhappy endings, that is what I love. I feel like there is a no judge zone when I am a different person in a book everyday. When I wake up everyday, I face the facts.  *thinks* Told you, you should have stayed home. It just gets you upset when you leave the house. Those people are judging me, run. Oh, he likes you! We are dating! He dumped me after two days! Longest one yet! I'm going goth because everyone hates me.
EMOOOOOOOO

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