A girl who lives in dreams.

You see, I could live in reality. Overwhelmed by the reminders of the people who left me, even when I feel I did nothing. Wondering about where they are now and if they think of me. Questioning if they're proud of me, if only they could see.

But I don't need that when I live in my dreams. The stories left unfinished are now sewn seams. I already know the endings and who I turn out to be with. I create whatever story I want, just to keep me from losing it.

So yes, I would rather be happy than to live in reality. It's the right thing to do, being a girl like me.