Beta
I stood at the orange door to the storage unit I have been living in the last four years and took a deep breath. After returning home from a few hours out, I sometimes wondered, how did I end up here? How did the drastic changes in my life not consume me whole? Why am I still pushing through it all, when I am at what seems to be the bottom of life? I sighed, releasing a strap from my right arm and beginning to fumble around in my backpack to get my key. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching me, and quickly located the key and unlocked the lock to my unit. I slid the door upwards on a huff and looked inside to everything that was left of what I owned.
