I don't know how many times I have declared myself dead, reborn, rebirth, and arise from dead. But now I really meant it. I think I have it all figured out. At least for now, because you know I am constantly changing. Yup, just like the weather. When you left this world, I did not die yet. But I was dying. Hanging around. But then, I repressed myself. I repressed my feelings. I don't even allow myself to mourn. I don't even grieve over your death. But now, I think I am going to mourn forever. Mourning for you, and my dead soul. It was up until 2019. I let everything slide away. Including feelings. Then, something happened. Something that killed the real me. The real me that came out from my mother's womb and live up until 16 years old. I knew it I am not gonna make it past 16 years old. My prediction was right. I thought it was just my alter ego to act as my self-defense. But it wasn't. It was me. A reborn version of me. I never see e...