So, I guess I should start out by saying that I am a seriously huge book nerd. I have no room anywhere for extra books, I never go anywhere without at least two books, and I barely sleep because I’m always reading.
Those aren’t my real problems, though. Those are just the problems of an insomniac with a literary passion. My problem is that Fictional worlds and people make more sense to me than the real world.
In some ways, I’m closer to Jace Wayland from Mortal Instrument than I am to my boyfriend, and closer to Katza from Graceling than I am to my own mother. I am failing Geography, but I could draw the map of Narnia With my eyes closed.
I am worried that the books that I depend (way to much) on are slowly driving me crazy? Should I be worried, or am I just an extremely introverted Insomniac nerd with a preference for the page over people?