For a long time, I used to live on people's stories, I never had my own...or maybe I never realized I had my own stories. Until I was 17, maybe, I never had stories, I only listened to them.
I used to read so much novels, I was so eager to be in someone else's shoes. Now, I regret it, actually.
I envy my being 17, before my life started to get busy. Nothing happened when I was 17.
Then, I got so used to the drama that now, when my life is peaceful, I feel awkward.