Late night post (1 a.m.)

Hello peeps :)

Just random stuff, once again.
That's why this is called random Luna :)

Anyway. I just came back from rehearsal (I play french horn in a wind orchestra), walking, at 12 a.m., just like last friday, and I realised that this one-mile-walk, is something that I really enjoy on a friday night :)
Just some time alone, being my weird anti social self, watching the slightly drunk people riding past on their bikes. 
I am a person who likes to make friends in real life, of course, but... fictional people will always be better.
My grandma told me today that "I have got to come out of my own world, and start living in reality"
But the truth is, I don't know if I can.

Fiction is addicting.
The possibility of creating your own world, your own friends, who will never, ever hurt you, except when you want them to, and then only to make it more realistic.
The possibility of living your life like you want to, with the people of your real life, only slightly adapted, to let them fit in like you want them to.
The possibility of living your dreams, when sitting on the roof, staring at the stars at 2 a.m.
The possibility of finding true love, while sitting on a swing under that old oak tree in your back yard.
The possibility of having the friends you always wanted, when staring at the opposite wall in the bathroom.

Fiction, imagination, is endless.
Endless and addicting.

And:
Every addiction is dangerous when taken too far.
One dies, when having too much drugs.
One becomes fat, when having too much chocolate.

And
If you have too little reality in your head, you get lost in your own world.
It will turn against you.
Trap you like a labyrinth, without you even noticing.
And it will be hard, finding your way back.

Sometimes,
I think I have troubles finding my way back.

Maybe you enjoyed reading my thoughts, maybe you didn't.
I don't really mind much.
Read if you want to, and if you don't, then don't.

Love, Luna

Boredddd

Hi guys, Luna here.

I don't know if I'm gonna post this, but if I am, you should know that this was written at 3 a.m.

I really can't sleep because it's too hot and my mind is still all messed up from some stories I read today on wattpad.

All I actually want to do right now is being able to climb out of my window and sit on the roof to think, looking at the stars.
Unfortunately, the roof is two floors up and my window exit is blocked by a mosquito net. Crappy.

I mean, I just really need something like a balcony or so, just to sit on, and think.
Stupid, boring country where no one climbs on roofs.
Stupid, boring village.

I really want to move right now. To you know, some place like london, or paris or so. Somewhere out of this country, where they don't speak this boring language. Somewhere AWAY.
Sorry if I'm being all dramatic, but no one's probably gonna read this anyway, so I don't mind.

If I was better at this, I'd probably try and write a story now. But I feel like there are millions of stories about girls who want to go to a big city and than become a singer or meet One Direction and die or meet One Direction and marry Niall Botanical.
I can't believe autocorrect turned Horan into Botanical.

Anyway. I just feel like, I want to actually DO something in my life. Like, traveling the world and living in the UK and you know, really be happy.
Living in a place that makes me happy.
Meeting someone who makes me happy.
Doing things that make me happy.

Sorry if I ruined your day with my post.
I just... nevermind.

By guys!
Love, Luna xxx

P.S. please listen to this song? I absolutely love it and it reminds me of how I feel so much. If you do, thanks, I really love you xx