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I’ve always been the type of person that falls in love with the idea of someone, I like to imagine things that somebody would do for me, someone who I might not know all too well. I fall in love with the thoughts in my head, the person I’ve sculpted them to be from a few short words.

Instead of action, I fall in love with the fantasy that I created in my mind of that person. I hang onto the words that they say to me because I believe in my soul that they are going to be that person I’ve imagined them to be. And when they don’t and their promises are empty, I’m reminded on why the fact that I do that will be the end of me.

I remind myself that actions speak louder than words, that guy that did all those amazing things for me in my day-dream on my way to work, is not the same guy that is in front of me.

I fall in love with the fictional character that I’ve created in my head because that’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve fallen in love with places I’ve never been to and characters I’ve only read in pages on a book because their world is better than mine at times. Fiction is something that I can’t help. Creating is what I was born to do, so whats a girl gotta do when all she can do is create characters and worlds from scarps of things in this life or completely made up all together?



When you enjoy reading as much as I do, you find yourself always on the look-out for something new to read; something that you will be able to get lost in, sort of speak. Where you find yourself unable to stop turning the next page. So you know what the best thing about writing is? The fact that you can create that same feeling and have the power of the outcome all in one. I find myself always saying “what’s a good story to read?” and then today, when I asked myself that very question, ready to go on google and start searching for my read of the night, a little voice inside my head answered my own question by saying, “The story in your head.” I froze, something in the back of my head is trying to get out and tell it’s story. So who am I for not telling it? I’m about to open up my word pad and get lost in the world that I’m creating. That right there, is the best thing about writing.