I'm fond of reading and writing because in those books and stories I can create different kinds of worlds, worlds that are full of happiness and full of people that cherish and love each other. And because of those worlds i can escape this reality, the reality that I desperately try to fit myself in.



But 



I realize that even in books or in stories there's still sadness, anger, betrayal, and pain and in every books there exists antagonists that will do everything in there power to drag you down so what's the difference? 

What's the difference in those worlds and our reality?

On the worlds in my and in reality theres no difference because both had brought sadness.



But



Both it had also brought me happiness that cannot be measured by anything and taught me lessons that had help me on my most desperate times.