I question everything I did, everything I was, everyone I knew.

The past is too heartbreaking and I have nothing to be proud of anymore.

Maybe I’m waiting to be whisked away by a job, classes, or learning. A tornado, a hurricane, a storm can take me to Oz and I’m not even sure I would want to go back home. Not when it means a chance to be someone else. If I have the rest of my life to live, I want to live it opposite of how I used to be.