I spend so much time looking backwards and wondering what I could have done differently. Makes me wish I hadn’t thrown out my middle-school box. At the time, I had thought I’d never have any reason to want it back. I find myself wanting to remember how I felt, because I feel very little right now. In the meantime, I live in my dreams where things are different, where I feel things happening to me.

Hey, God–where are you.

Love, Me.