hopelesspoetic
I love fiction. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! I literally can't get enough of it. Because fiction takes away the pain of my real life. It keeps me distracted by the world around me and sometimes gives me hope that my life could turn out the way my books do. But sadly my days are blase and my life doesn't get more interesting.
What measures success? Is it what you do, what you make, how fast you achieve it? How do you know when you're successful? Is it the people you've helped or the people who've helped you? Who even knows what is successful or not!