The worst part was the amount of time I wasted reading these things and losing myself in fantasies that were never going to happen. And at the beginning, that was the point. To read something so completely outrageous and find comfort in the fact that the fictional love and heartbreak would never happen to me. But it wasn’t even worth it because it did happen to me. I was left standing here with all these books and a broken heart from a boy I never really even dated.
