Is it so horrible to love fanfiction? Sometimes I wonder if I'm completely addicted. (I probably am.)

I found fanfiction about four years ago on my birthday. It was late, and I was sick. I remember curling up in a blanket in front of my computer screen, just surfing the internet when I stumbled into a world I somehow never really escaped. My body ached, my nose was stuffed and I lost the feeling in my toes, yet reading fanfiction made me feel better if only for a few moments. Now I find myself wandering the halls of Hogwarts, lost in the wet forests of Forks, feeling the mist in my face as I sail the Caribbean seas on the Black Pearl. What can I say? I suppose I'd rather lose myself in my mind rather than deal with my tedious, monotonus way of life.

UPDATE: 13 JAN 2012

I am rather sorry it had taken me 4-ish years to update my Lucius story, but I finally have the time to write. I will be tweaking the story I have posted on here and continue writing.

Love,

Miss Creant