There was an itch somewhere in my head that triggered me to make this entry. For once, I imagined myself being independent, stepping aloft the cold surface of this world through my own feet. I imagined spending a lot of money I earned by my own sweat and labor. I imagined my whole life living not depending on my family’s income or decisions and/or with my friends’ opinions. For once, I imagined myself embracing the real me – the one who I long to become. But imaginations are far from reality, and there is no power in this world that I can use to teleport myself into my made-up world.