I love stories. Which is why I read, why I watch, why I game. For the plots, the infinite possibilities that each hold, limited only by the writer's imagination and frailties. I live for the stories that take me away from reality, to escape from the sometimes bleak situations that I find myself in. To live in another world, if only just for awhile. (This is why I hate spoilers.)

So why are so many of the characters that I've grown to know and love, (even though you may scoff that they aren't real at all), why are so many of them dying? Why is it that innocence lost is a good thing?

I wrote my poetry analysis for our lit eoy on the power of words, and its something that I believe very strongly in. But words can hurt. Words can break a heart.