sometimes I wish I could crawl into some of the books I read. I think I belong more in literature than in literal reality and life. 

I think this is why I get so lost while reading my books (probably the point of the writings), I feel as if I really belong. Certain characters speak to me and remind me so much of myself and others around me. But it’s different because these stories are the kind of stories I want my life to be.

But I’m sorely disappointed in the fact that if my life was written on a page it would be a painfully boring read.