It was all just a dream. It all started with a recurring dream that I had again. A nightmare of sorts, in which I was forced to return to boarding school, though this time I was old enough to leave. I kept repeating the same phrase over and over again. “I’m an adult now, what am I going to do? Whatever the fuck I want.” Why did I stay? What was it that prevented me from simply walking away, given the reality that I had every right to do so? The way things used to be were, by comparison, grim compared to the way they are now. At least as…