Yeah, I think I'm too much of a realist. I've never believed in happy endings, somehow they never worked in my mind. I was twelve years old writing how there's no such thing as true love and how we have to settle for what we have or end up with nothing. Also, I seemed to like killing people off a lot. Everyone in my stories has a tragic flaw, and end up with having to make trade-offs that land them in the same place they started. But it's good to hear it's not because I'm crazy. Some days I think I have a middle-aged soul. LOL