I thought we were supposed to grow up...

Ok so this post is probably going to be very rambley.

Y'know when you're little and everything's pretty and mystical and real. Like fairies, pixies, werewolves, vampires etc. Well I thought I'd grown out of that, I mean apart from the werewolves. But it's like escapism. To just escape into your head where fairies, pixies and werewolves exist. It's fun. And peaceful.
Although being the almost adult that I am I get the feeling that I should solely focus on reality and what actually exists on planet earth.
But that's not magic, or enticing, or beautiful, or anything.
I just wanna go back to a place where it's socially acceptable to believe in pixies and fairies and werewolves. I know a lot about different types of werewolves but obviously it's useless because they don't exist.
But they should. Can't I use this stuff to make them exist.... only in my head.
I thought we grew out of believing in these paranormal ethereal creatures and beings. But no. Right now I think I probably want to believe it more than I wanted to when I was little.

Yeah, I also redesigned the blog....