you know, my teenage years were a prison in some way. my dad didn't really let me go anywhere. i had a friend, she was kind of like my sister in some sense or another. you know, i never really managed to hate my dad. i was scared, yeah, but i didn't hate him. i could understand somehow why he was so protective. he didn't want me to die. ok, i get it. but like... i just wish i was able to make friends. and i wish i could see her. i don't even know where she lives.