Never the one with a safety net, having to move quickly, silently, and calculated. In a house pulling me into depression, further than I could pull myself, I refused. Never to be trapped into ammonia soaked walls and defeated thinking of years past, a "golden child," I moved on. How it hurt to hear those words, from someone that has never been hungry, never realized that the hunger never fades and that I never had a choice. It was get up, get out, stay moving, or die forever.