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"When you dream... There are no rules... People can fly... Anything could happen. Sometimes, there's a moment as you're waking, And you look at the real world around you, But you're still dreaming. You may think you can fly... But you better not try" --- David Duchovny, Kalifornia No other comment could describe the way I feel right now. I'm laughing and crying at the same time. Real life has become even more depressing than yesterday, and nothing seems to be going right. Real life has no justice, no peace, no hope, and no... love. Life at stories.com though, is a whole new dimension. Here, I feel needed, Happy, and loved. Today, I finally experienced extreme depression, and extreme joy at the same time. Real life's hit me right where it hurts. I'm wounded, and crying. Stories.com just gave me happiness beyond belief. First, bookwrite upgraded me for one whole year! One Whole Year! Bless his soul. And then, there was a mail in my inbox saying: "you're now a preferred author!" I am happy in a way I've never ever been. And yet, real life makes me cry, it's hurting me so hard, that I'm losing the last amount of control that I seemed to have. Thank you, everyone, really, Thank you! Thank you, StoryMistress, and StoryMaster, thank you, all you lovely people who gave me my life back again, Thank you, dear anonymous, for sponsoring my article that day, Thank you, Amber is excited for letting me throw toothpicks at you. Thank you, dear bookwrite for giving me this great gift. Thank you, Pita for *Top secret* And thank you, everyone else, I love you with all my heart. Good things like these happen when you dream, and dreams come true at stories.com Reality, is of course, as depressing as we say it is. |