I think I lost myself one night and never came back. ​​​​​​​Though losing seems like a finding. You know, like addicts—hit rock bottom and learn how to float again. It's weird, right? How it all comes to the hands of one person. Most of the time that person is you. ​​​​​​​And it's not like I was in some dangerous, life-or-death situation, I wouldn't even say I'm a bad person. I never had bad intentions or malicious plans, truly. Simply, I wasn't the best version of myself. But that's expected of an eighteen-year-old, I'd say. After all, who would want to start their lives following someone else's game? Yet, I lost my idea of a game, or maybe I lost my mind—or maybe both.