Early twenties and in a self contained state of isolation while still recovering from the absolute betrayal and disillusionment from my teenage years and the world in general. My time was spent distracted with drawing, writing, listening to music through my headphones in the pitch black and studying whatever that interested me at any given moment. The internet was my only social interaction, save for my parents. I was also still my male self and battling with the fact that I really REALLY didn't want to be a boy and hated everything about my physical existence. It was also pretty much the start of my counter-attack against a world I felt had lied and manipulated me. The start where I would move to steal back what was stolen, along with what was promised yet denied.