My room is my castle. Dad almost never comes in here, which is why I then decided to escape on the day of my majority. Here I can relax and do what I want.

I put the tray down on the computer desk, pressing the power button along the way, pulling off my jeans and hoodie, letting my hair down. I inhale deeply and exhale sharply, as if freeing myself from the shackles that tighten my chest.

While I'm putting on my homemade kangarumi, the browser and the social network page are automatically launched. The Internet and social networks are my window to the world. Of course, I have several...