I've had this problem today. It's kind of difficult for me to describe but I'll try to describe it anyway.
I love fiction, be it in print, video or web form. Today however, I had something of an epiphany (in the non-religious sense) in which I fully realized that fiction isn't real and it never will be. I've known this before, but I guess I wasn't able to fully grasp the implications of that fact until now.
Due to that I'm a bit sad right now. I'm not entirely sure why (maybe I was using fiction as a form of escape?), but I'd like not to be sad about it. Does anyone have any advice on what I should do?