In FlyFF right now. I can't seem to be doing anything right now. I feel so much so at a lost.

You know what I think?

Books are really a great inventions. You know how the author just writes their books and it seems all so flawless even though there may be a thousand and one drafts before that? It just absorbs you into the book, bringing you into the fantastic world of mysteries, romance, fantasies! It twirls and swirls. I love Raymond E Feist and james Rollins. Their books never fail to amuse me and never fail to entertain me. I could read it over and over and over and I still get absorbed by it. It's enchanting, enthralls me. It feels like I'm part of the adventure, imagining everything from scratch and it develops.

It's just so amazing, books.

For you readers who hate books, you guys are missing out. You think that words are hard to comprehend, the plot is puzzling. I think not. Try a simple book. You'd go far with that one book.

So, D, why do you keep pouring me special attention on me? I don't deserve it. Because I planned to leave you behind with faint memories of me. Perhaps it's by chance we're just passing lovers. I don't know. It seems that I don't play well with coincidences.

I love looking into your eyes and I love your adoring eyes when they bore into mine. O, how I love it more when you simply pat me on the head and tease me.

I must ge going insane over a fantasy.