I talked about this a little bit in a depression thread I started many months ago, but it was in outside Roswell/real life forum. I think I said Roswell saved my life. And it's true...
When I firsted started watching Roswell that very first episode. The scene of Liz writing in her journal about how she died five days ago and the whole beginning starts up with the shooting. I was enamoured. When the show ended, I was looking for something to fill the void and by chance I discovered fanfiction. This was the last site I found. I came here everyday for six months, before and after classes.
I wanted to become as much apart of the world of Roswell as I could. It just seemed to make the impossible seem attainable. I saw myself in Liz. I felt like an outsider, as I'm sure many others have who have always adored the show.
When I try to talk to people about the show, they never get it. The world they created just felt so real. I felt so betrayed when Max slept with Tess. I cried so bad. It makes me physically ill to watch it. That's probably pretty extreme, but I'm not that obsessed anymore. I've tried to walk away from fandom, but it pulls me right back in. There will always be another story, another take on Roswell on how things should have been...
Why do we all keep coming back?
Maybe I just found a place to belong and like in the movie The Neverending Story where they don't even know the boy has been with the characters all along. We were always there with the characters of Roswell, we became apart of their world.
The characters are just so real and believable for me. It doesn't matter how many fanfictions I read, I can still pinpoint Max, Liz, Tess, Alex, Kyle, The Sheriff, Isabel, especially Michael and Maria

I'd really like to if anyone shares my sentiments or if I just made a total dork out of myself.
