I was born into a regular family. My mother was obsessed with being organized, and my father, and the family suffered because of it. When I reached a certain age, I was bullied in school by my classmates because I was just different from any other kid. I was hypersensitive to everything around me, and I was really emotional about everything. I was also a perfectionist. Life taught me in a different way. My personality was always fluid, but I had certain problems with adaptation. Sometimes I just refused to adapt to certain situations. I just refused to accept reality and often retreated into my own imaginary world. I always wanted to be a good boy, but I was too individualistic to be one. After some time, I tended to hide my own personality. Maybe I just became a fox itself. On my journey, I met so many different people. Some people were purely fake; they played the game, and other people were living their own theater. I met real people who were just caught inside their illusion, but they were living in the truth world. They were living with truth to their own individual emotions.

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