I am beginning to lose the logic that I once craved, and now resent, I have a firm believe in nonsense, and living in a world where the illogical is logical and the logical is only slightly realistic. I am beginning to lose the logic that I once craved, and now resent, I have a firm believe in nonsense, and living in a world where the illogical is logical and the logical is only slightly realistic. A world called "Wonderland," a world I long for, but will most likely never reach since I am confined only to this room, a room in city that is small, and a state that is all but forgotten among those who do not live in this country. This state is Arkansas, and it is as though it does not even exist, if not for living here I would probably forget about it as well, as it were I am not allowed that simple pleasure. Not allowed to dream of a place better since I will only leave and come back, go to college and return… We always return, no one is gone for long, "born and raised" is only half the phrase.

I read about so many different worlds, never having any similarities with any of the characters; they're all older, they all have family problems, they all have something special about them, and then there's me. I am nothing but a normal female, who comes from a middle-class family, nothing life-threatening or even scarring has happened to me. The biggest reveal I had in my life was that I was adopted, but I've known that since I was younger, so I had never been lied to about it- well that's not all true, upon asking about my birth parents I have been lied to repeatedly, but I have hence given up that something or someone magical or mysterious gave birth to me.

This is simply a story about a boring teenager, I go to an all girls school, and am straight, so there is no chance that a mysterious new boy will show up and change my life. I'm introverted and am scared to talk to people, sometimes even people that I know well; I read to avoid people and in the past year I have read a little over 115 books, and when the new year struck I reread half of them, I began to stack the books that I read, because of this I have three book stacks that start at the floor and stretch to the ceiling, they no longer have the risk of falling. I buy new books frequently and read often, my grades were once above average, but have slipped since I've started reading more often. I dream of leaving this world and living in those I read about often, I try to make others have my problems, but they do not read fast. I have grown so tired of waiting for something to happen in my life that I have decided to make it happen, I have decided to…