(A/n) I have to say it, I love reading stories with Mary Sues and Self Inserts. I can't help it, I must have a sickness or something. Anyway, this story is not meant to be taken seriously, I just wanted to write a Self Insert story and since Harvest Moon is so open-ended, it was the perfect choice for me. XD

Now mind you, I never, ever write in first person so I figured this would be a good a time as any to practice my skills. Hopefully it's not too bad… and before you ask, no the story has nothing to do with the song, I just liked it. It seemed catchy to have as a title for a Harvest Moon fic. XD

So love it, hate it, do what you will, all in all it will be a hoot to write. :)

There wasn't much to say about being an adult. You get up everyday for a mediocre job to earn a paycheck that was gone before you could even blink. The bills, the gas, the food, the rent, it all added up and you could barely scrape by with the little extra you had. On those rare days when you had enough, you could get yourself a little something just to make you happy. It wasn't much but it was my life and I was grateful for every little good thing that was sent my way.

My only outlets from the everyday were my few hobbies. I write a lot and I sing, sometimes I would go to one of the few bars in the city that did karaoke every Saturday and for a moment in time, I would be happy. People say I sing well and that I could go far if I wanted to. Too bad that mere talent isn't enough to even get you through the door. I didn't mind though, it was one of those things in life that if it was meant to happen, it would. My other outlet was playing videogames. Yes, I know, you don't need to tell me twice. What in the world does a grown woman see in playing videogames?

It started with my aunt; she was an avid videogame player back in the days of Pac Man and Atari. She continued on with each new generation console that came out and I, as well as my little brother, was right there with her, playing everything that she ever got. Anyway, the years have passed since those golden times and now I only play on those rare occasions when it calls me. I have a DS; it's the only thing I can actually remember to play since I carry it in my bag all the time.

I'm babbling again aren't I? Sorry about that, back to my hobby. Playing videogames is just something that has never left me and I doubt it will leave anytime soon. I enjoy it and it doesn't bother anyone, so why not? I have played a variety of games and I have loved some more than others. One in particular sticks out like a sore thumb, especially since it is a series that I have played since I was a teenager, and that is Harvest Moon. Out of all the ones I have played, the different variations of Mineral Town are my favorite.

I know what you're thinking, what in the world could be so interesting about a farming game? Let me put it to you this way, it's addicting. Every single moment of that game is addicting, from planting your crops to giving your potential husband/wife their favorite item and seeing their reaction. It draws you in on an emotional level despite the very cutesy atmosphere and I like that in a game. I love being drawn into something and forgetting the world around me. You know how you sometimes read a really good book and you can't put it down because you want to see what happens next? That's the feeling I get. It's just the best feeling in the world, don't you agree?

The problem with games like these though, hell, with movies, books, or whatever it is that catches your fancy, they draw you in a little too well. I mean, I'm sure I'm not the only one who has ever experienced anything like this. At least, I hope not. What do you do when find yourself in a place that isn't supposed to really exist? If any of you have the answer to that question, please share it with me because right now, I need all the help I can get…