Sometimes I wonder where it all went wrong in the moment I most certainly did not feel what I do now. Now every thought sickens me, my past haunts me hanging over my head like a gloomy cloud. For every corner I turn and every property I once passed leaves a taste of grief on my tongue, panic panges throught my body feeling as if I have transported back into the pasto, back into the spiritless oversized daughter that I once was. I'm fearful for what the future holds never knowing when this age ends. After all us humans need a light at the end of the tunnel but wheres mine?