(The human only then discovers real freedom, when he looses the interest in what impression he leaves in other people - Chinese Wisdom)

When I was twelve, I always thought about, what other people think of me (it started with eleven, maybe ten actually).
And when they didn't like something about me, I'd change it, if I could.

For a long time, too long in that case, I had "a friend". She was the only "thing" I had, so I was the person she wanted me to be, so I wouldn't loose her.
I was hurt, scared, caged into a life that wasn't mine anymore, but a puppet of society. I had no way out of it, it seemed...and I thought that was freedom(?!)

But when I realized what was going on, I set myself free, with the help of a great friend :3♡ (I couldn't have done it without you :3)

So I figured out what real freedom is...it's living your own life, not based off, of what other think
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