I vividly remember walking through the woods on a cold October afternoon, listening for the animals in the woods. They always seemed to be my comfort. I would find myself trying to intimidate a beautiful melody I once heard from my grandma, and the animals would rustle along the fields beside me. Their footsteps on the crunchy grass somehow made me feel more comfortable. I would whistle the melody, and pretend I was on a huge Broadway stage with a standing ovation. I was never a great singer, I wasn't even good actually, but it was the only way to drown out the thoughts that would linger in my mind. I was always alone, even at school. I was the kid nobody wanted to play with. The child that felt worthless at such a young age. I never understood
