Who am I? What am I? Why am I?- those are questions I used to ask myself a lot as a preteen. Now when I think back, those times were probably the harshest and most plentiful in hardships and trauma. So many issues popping up in those few years that I can barely stomach it. The insane amount of jealousy and preteen angst would murder me, change me, mold me into a beast. I can't change anymore, for I am a monster, a murderer, and a thief of life.
