Where am I? Who am I really? Why do I want to go back? I had a lot to learn back then. I am supposed to be older and wiser, so why am I so depressed? I do nothing to change. I still am in love with a man who is dead, long dead. Why do I feel the way that I do about this man? We have never met. I barely even paid him any mind when he was alive. Why? Hopefully I will find out.