I was on top of the world; I should have felt like a king. But the view from the tree made me feel like I was still in the same box. The world I was in was still spinning. No matter how high up the tree I climbed, I was still alone. No matter the sun that shone or the wind that wisped, I was still alone. No matter if I was up here or in a cafeteria full of people, I was still alone. I looked down to the ground, the world closed in around me just the same. What people do not know is that I tried. I tried to live my best life. I tried to follow my dreams. I tried joining groups and going out and talking and making friends and living. What they do not know is how hard it is when those are not handed to you. It’s hard when it seems like all of your work was for not. As if I were swimming in molasses, I slowly let go of the branch and loosen my legs’ grip. Then all too quickly, I fall.