I've never reflected so much about my life, I needed to iron things out, and I just happened to find out that the earlier it was the better it is. I couldn't continue to pretend and lie to myself about my life and my whole fantasy, I wanted to go out and live. I've witnessed so much trauma as a child, where some group started firing around our home and they were killed. I grew up in a tight air, just we and the echoes of our mansion.
I wanted it to change for the better. I was too naive for a person, I didn't know anything about the world I lived in, the real world, not the perfect picture social media made it look.
And that was about to change.
After the dispute between mum and me, I grew even attached to my room and never left it. I ate in my room and talked to my sketches. Waved a
