Fiction and The Truth about Reality, the Bitch

I think I like fiction, because the couple you want to get together almost always gets together. Now I say almost because Hunger Games, Harry Potter disappointed me, but I digress. In fiction the guy and girl meet, share a moment, overcome a huge obstacle, then end up all happily ever after. Then after you get that warm fuzzy feeling, you close the book and get sucked into reality. We all know reality, that magical, charismatic, sentimental, all-knowing BITCH. You can't unload all your emotions for someone ,internally or otherwise, without crippling yourself!! It doesn't work that way. You can't just walk up to someone and say, "I think I may be eternally and totally, head over heels in love with you," and then make out in the rain.  Since in the wonderful reality there is such a thing as the "Friend Zone" or "whores" and if there are in fiction then they're killed or they reform, or the right person distracts the leading character. SO FUCK FICTION, I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH I LOVE IT BECAUSE IT KILLS ME INSIDE!!!! Anyone else?