We choose to live in fantasy worlds because our reality is far too hard to handle at times, because in fantasy worlds we can be whoever we want to, we get the chance to save the people we love, to save ourselves and to have a silver linig. In the end of the day we’re all just ordinary people tired of trying to make a difference, desperately trying to be ourselves and do whatever’s best for us while everything else pushes up to taking descisions to barely survive, not to live life at it’s fullest. The boy on the cash register dreams of a better life, the girl, selling clothes that wishes she could get the opportunity to be a designer. The person who’s there because he has no other choise. All struggling, all trying to keep a straight face, trying to smile through though their souls hurt. So ask me again why I preffer reading and acting and singing. It saves me.