Posted by Anonymous on 2012/12/04 under Uncategorized Its like life is one long free fall. Luckily, I know how to fall in a controlled manner, letting the air flow around my body in ways that I use to steer myself and keep stable. But it’s still a fall, and deep down I know that someday I will hit the bottom of this pit. As a child I had a deep seated belief that I would grow up and live life at a hundred miles an hour, but I always thought that would be while flying high, not while falling to the depths. It’s so confusing. I hide from life in books, innumerable books. I love fantasy, science fiction, historical fiction, and anything in which the good guy gets the girl in the end. But whenever my eyes grow too tired to contine, or when some responsibility or another calls me out of my reverie, I must return to this bleak and nauseating reality. I wish it were different. I wish I could become the heroes of my stories.