what happened in them, i would eat, but hardly taste food. and the thing i would repeat over and over was: "i belong in a book. i hate the real world. i want to live in a book."
now, i'm not depressed any more, but i still have that need to become fiction. i need a beginning, a middle, an end, a happily ever after. i need to be the hero. instead, i'm just the girl who gets teased at school because she reads and writes books. what they don't realize is that books made me who i am, and so when people laugh at me for reading, they're laughing at 