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.