It likes that my soul being trapped in a childhood, that's not my childhood or not nah, I could be like other people, have what they called so a life, but I do not want to. I am still struggling with myself. Every single day. When my mother was gone, she left me nothing but a hole. I don't say I don't have a hole before but it's the big one. I got half of my life broken. I don't want to do anything, achieve anything or whatever. I don't want anyone pity or sweet words. Yes, no one can stop me for being what I want, no one ever again to be my purpose in life. I will do whatever, cause whatever. Is it really possible to be me for the rest of my life? I mean maybe another three years.