I am nineteen years old. I am not perfect, but I tell myself often that I am, because I need to hear it, we all do. At some point, I realized, that everything is up to me. I was really unhappy for way to long, and I just digged my hole deeper and deeper. No one really helped my get out of there. Because you know what, it didnt matter that people told me that I was going to feel better soon, because I didnt believe it. I saw darkness everywhere I looked, and I didnt enjoy things that I really should have if I was happy. Its all in your head, remember that. Have you ever tried setting your mind on something? And like, fight your ass off to get it? There and then, I sat my mind on that life was meaningless, and guess what? It turned out that way. For example, when someone told me how fun something was going to be, I laughed in my mind. I was like, how can they be so stupid, life is meaningless, dont they get it? I saw life like a tunnel, a black long tunnel. My life was miserable, because I made it so. I choosed to believe in people who told me my dreams was to big. I choosed to stop dreaming, and thats the story of how someone as full of life, so full of energy as me, lost it all. I am so proud over myself for turning my life around, because I needed a change. I needed to see different parts of this world. I needed to meet new people. I needed to start believe in my dreams again. And guess what happened? I found love. I found happiness. I found soulmates. I found places to love. And the most important one, I found myself again. America was at the beginning a runaway, but now I´ve realized that it is more than that. It is me, doing what I do best, to dare. I dared to fly away from everything I´ve ever loved, just to fulfill a desire that my soul always had.