Reading makes me think. It makes me want everything that the characters want. It makes me feel upset, though. I always have to return to the real world. I can never be someone else. I have to be me. I wish someone else could be me. I just want to go out and have fun with my friends. I don’t have many friends, though. Only people I talk to in some of my classes at school. Most of the time, I’m on here. Thinking, wishing, dreaming.. I just don’t want to be here anymore.