My life has been pretty ordinary tbh. In my early life, I travelled a lot because of my mother work, so around me being 3 to 5 years old. I remember that I was a very imaginatively and artsy kid, I was obsessed with drawing, playing on the PC and was obsessed with animals. I was a homebody and I remember my mother being concerned about me loving home more than going out, she thought something was off but I genuinely had more fun at home than going out. My maternal school peers were kinda unstable, at times they wanted me to play, other times they rejected me. When I learned to read and write that was ALL I did, I was obsessed with reading and was kinda of an intellectual, but sucked at math, I guess that added to my subconscious shame. I felt shamed that I was better at art or literate than I was to math, I felt stupid. When I was 6 to 9 years old, my peers and classmates overwhelmed me with their desire for me to draw stuff to them, then I kinda stopped growing up cause I didn’t have that much inspiration and I guess everyone was kinda sick with me drawing all the time. At school this unstablity I found in my mates towards me kept going on, they were friends at times, other times enemies. I have a temper so often teachers lamented that I was very short fused. What do you think about it so far?