Deadly Dream
Fiction is eating me up AGAIN. Don't get me wrong, it's nice, having real feelings and all, but this happens far too often and sometimes I wonder if I'm just going to break apart because I can't stand it anymore.

It's been like this since I can remember. Before I could read, there were my imaginary friends. After that, I used to cry when my most beloved books ended, and well, I still love crying for movie or book characters...
but at times like this it just makes me feel helpless and I really don't need fiction for that one.