I wish life was like a storybook. Like an endless series with problems and solutions and love and heartbreak and failure and success. An even balance of right and wrong. And always exciting. I want a life that makes me want to turn the page everyday to see what will happen next, because I know something will happen. Sometimes pretty words are all we have, no life is like a storybook as much as I wish they were. So I rely on pretty words to keep my life interesting and to describe my problems and solutions and love and heartbreak and failure and success. Pretty words make a storybook, but they also make a life.