I’m just like a snowball moving downhill.

That’s the first thing that pops into my brain when I try to explain my entire life. I have no idea exactly ‘what’ I am, but I do know who I am. At least . I did so.

Sometimes life sends things the right path that upend all you thought you knew, and then slings you in another path without any type of harness or caution.

Sometimes it all drops someone like me off in the road of 4 wildly different monsters, who all utilized to be best friends, but now sort of hate one another and compete over absolutely everything, including . . . me.

Life will be easier if I wasn’t already attached to those 4 monsters, however they occasionally let their guard down around me, and I get a glimpse of what must stay hidden under all those snowball levels, given that they already rolled downhill in the past.

I’m sick and tired of shedding people I care about. I’m sick and tired of searching aimlessly for answers. I’m sick and tired of without having the right questions to ask.

Contains mature themes.