Verity

by Colleen Hoover

I was good at spewing bullshit. It’s why I became a writer.

We’re able to separate our reality from fiction in such a way that it feels as if we live in both worlds, but never both worlds at once.

My real world had grown so dark that I didn’t want to live in it that night. It’s why I escaped from it and spent the night writing about a world darker than the one I was living in.

I needed for the imaginary version of my world to be darker than my real world. Otherwise, I would have wanted to leave them both.

I read dark books and write very dark stories because that is how I am forced to focus on the brighter aspects of my generally horrid world.