Who am I?

I feel like I'm losing my sense of self. Lately I've been reading novel after novel (and I'm sure I don't need to tell you that I'm talking about the girl meets boy and lives happily ever after kind) that I'm losing focus of what will actually make me happy in the real world. I become so emotionally invested in fictional characters and find myself daydreaming about how my life could be a fairytale to the point where I'm close to banning myself from reading fiction. I mean, is this even normal? I swear, books have ruined me for life and have almost made it impossible for me to accept any kind of romantic love that doesn't involve grand gestures, drama and the obsessive kind of love that would make most women run for the hills. I ask again, is this fucking normal? I just wish I didn't want so much.