Think of it this way. Is being fictional all that bad? If I found out I were fictional, I'd probably want to find my creator and strangle him for giving me a shitty life instead of a good one.
But uh... Whoa. I read that book. And... I kinda know you. Sorta.
You're lucky you're here, dude. Really lucky. I mean, from what I remember of it? Your life outside of this reality kinda sucked goat balls.