The future It's not that easy- to change into something you're not. But I see myself, the piercings, the tattoos, doing things I had promised myself I would never do. It was just a small turning point, a small heartbreak that I had long seen coming. But it changed me. I question myself, I was flawless, I was loving, I was caring but now I feel nothing. Every fuck is just a fuck, I haven't made love in ages. I haven't felt love in ages. I look at myself, run my fingers over the tattoos covering my scars on my forearm, it feels different some how, my very skin feels different. I close my eyes, I wanted it all, once- a family, kids, love, career. Today, I breathe freely. I want nothing more than to be by myself. A deep breath calms me. I wash my face slowly, remembering how I was never free. I slowly scrub at my face, realising there's dirt, there's dirt all around me. I remember who I was once, innocent, sweet, gullible. Suddenly, I feel dirty. The present It...