If I had a memory to give away first it would be of Pain. The pain I felt when I broke my arm. The Pain I felt when I broke my collarbone. The Pain I felt when I got a hole in my forehead (stupid freakin bed post). The Pain I felt when my foot got stabbed. Or maybe it would be anguish. The Anguish of losing my gerbils as a child, all 7 of them. The Anguish I felt when I had to leave everything in Australia, the anguish of leaving all those friends behind, knowing I would never see them again. Or maybe even Hate. The hate I feel towards people who hurt others. The hate I feel towards the people who make it their unassigned jobs to hurt me. The People who have nothing better to do but to ruin other people’s lives. Or maybe to give nothing, for who would I be without all these feelings. Who would I be. Who.