This is a bit of the opening paragraph to the autobiography I was writing...
"How did I get here? Tell me how I got where I am today. This whole charade, everything I pretend to be. I remember I haven’t cried in months. It’s almost June and I haven’t cried all year. It’s funny how one person’s smallest action can bring the strongest tower down. I was that tower. I was strong, proud and I wouldn’t let anyone push me around. But honestly, I wasn’t always that tower. I was a sand wall. I was strong against a couple of beating waves, but in the end, I crumbled. And after a while it wasn’t always so easy to rebuild myself. I got sick of the constant beating of the waves, and decided to create the strongest wall possible; the foundation for my tower. You would think, the more you load on top of the foundation, the stronger the tower, but even more strain was placed upon me and at any moment a crack could appear. Cracks in the foundation can be patched easily, but will never be as good as new."