Have you ever imagined you were someone else? I do all the time. Now I don’t think it is a sign of self-loathing or unhappiness with one’s self I just let my wild imagination take over me. I imagine myself as a victim, a pauper and amusingly I sometimes imagine I’m queen of the world; everything and anything that I proclaim shall stand. I always think of how I would react being in anyone of those positions but word of mouth is not strong enough to convey your true actions or feelings. I always say if I were to be a victim of domestic violence I would kill my husband/boyfriend but would I? I always say that love will never make me do or put up with crazy ass stuff but would it? I always say if I was poor I would kill myself but people that are live; will I have the guts? If I had everything I wanted would I be happy? I haven’t yet found the answers to these and hopefully I wouldn’t ever need to but it doesn’t stop me from thinking what if.