I hate those photos. Most of the time I was unhappy, confused and angry. I felt like I had to be something and I didn't know what it was. I know believe this came from my mother, trying to govern how I should be. She and I are very different and I could never be what she wanted.
Me in Grade 8 at school in Singapore -
and I am still pensive now, especially when on holidays with her, something I do not like to do much. She restricts me.
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