A Little Odd..?

Forgive my babbling, I feel like I need to get this off my chest.

Just recently, I bought the first book in the Twilight series. I read it in one day. I love books like this; stories that have legends of vampires and werewolves that actually exist in our world- they aren't just figures of our imagination. However, I've never felt this sad after reading a book. After reading Twilight and New Moon, I find myself desperately wishing that vampires like Edward Cullen and his family, and werewolves like Jacob and his pack actually existed. After reading Harry Potter, I hoped that somewhere, magic actually was practised and that I could someday find it. But this Twilight series made me terribly upset because the story was just so perfectly written, I could play out everything in my head. Now I feel like there's a hole that I can't fill because stories like this are just that: stories and nothing more. And after I was done reading both of the first two books, I cried because I knew I was being ridiculous. Things like this don't actually happen. Stephenie Meyer made this up from her imagination, and it would never come true no matter how much I wish it would.
Since there are four books in the series and I've only read two, I'm driving myself nuts trying to get my hands on the third and fourth books. I want to know if Bella ends up marrying Edward, if Victoria is finally caught and killed, if Jacob forgives Bella, and if Bella finally gets her wish of becoming a vampire. (There are plenty more questions, but too many more to list)
I feel like I need to grow up because even if I describe how I feel to my friends, they won't understand. I've always wanted to believe that theres magic and mystical things in our world that we don't know about. I want to find it and prove that vampires, werewolves, witches, wizards, magic, fairies, trolls, all that fairytale stuff actually exist.
Now I'm thinking I belong in a rubber room, because only crazy talk like this. Maybe it's unhealthy for me to encourage thinking things like this by reading books that contain these characters I wish were alive so badly... Not much of what I said even compares to the thoughts that race through my mind when I think of the possibilities that things like this are real. All of this is just scattered, general thoughts, but I feel it relates enough to what I'm feeling inside.
Hopefully after I read the remaining books in the series, this feeling will go away. I don't favor it too much. I feel sad and depressed because my imagination runs wild with the thoughts of how much I want these things to be real.
Why did I have to be so obsessed with the supernatural?!
I blame Disney for planting these ideas in my head. :/