I will be great.

I flip through the files of my brain while thinking, "I miss who I was." However, when I look at the darkest corners of my brain I think,"I am great." I am confused on who I am, but happy to still love with all my life, knowing I am great. I am no longer an outlet for someone's anger, but now an outlet for someone to laugh with me and cry with me. I question who am, but know that in the end, I will be great.