When I was a little kid life was simple, I knew who I was, I wanted to be and astronaut when I grew up and I liked candy. I don't even like candy anymore. I don't know who I am, what kind of person am I? I'm all alone and have no one to talk to and no friends. How can I define myself when there is nothing to bounce off of? I could disappear and almost nobody would ever know. I'm not sure if I'm living in a vacuum or if I'm a vacuum among the living. Things used to be good. I wonder where I went wrong.