Sad, no. Angry, no. Deppresed, yes. I know why, but haven't said anything about it and I am now. Six years ago I have always thought why, me. My hero is gone now it's just me. I'm alone with nobody to talk to. Always shy, never talk head down, just shy and worst of all depressed or not?

Montana. It's my world. The forest, is my house. No endings. No walls. Just trees. I love it. Cities. Buildings. Walls. Endings. New York. That is where everything ends. My happiness has run away and my sadness came out from its hiding place. Why should I be the one leaving. I am the one who brings joy. I am brought joy here. Everything is perfect. I am constantly thinking to myself, " Charlotte, run away and hide in the forest so no one can find you." My thoughts just don't matter.