It's weird looking back on that time. How much of a different person I am.
Four years ago I was a shy lonely middle schooler. Books are easier to understand then people. All my friends were fictional characters. My best friends were Jedi and constantly pretended I was one. I have some wicked lightsaber skills =D But I was very alone.
I've decided I like real life better. As much fun as fiction is, and as easy to get along with as make believe people are, there's just something missing. Something empty about it.
Occasionally there are real people out there that are worth getting to know. Imagination cannot replace love.
And the joy living life can bring is worth the pain.