# Trapped in My Own Shell

I feel so frustrated with life. The most important part is that people don't understand me. I am an ambitious person who has not yet stepped on a single stone of satisfaction.

I am ambitious about my profession and career. I want to have enough money to buy the things I like without relying on anyone. I strive for better family bonding, seeking peace in my relationship with my parents. My dreams include graduating from MIT, LSE, or Oxford, and landing a great job. I am confident in my skills and my ability to learn new ones to achieve mental peace. Education is my passion because I want to be a better person.

But these ambitions seem far away. The pinnacle of glory in achieving these goals feels distant, and I feel trapped.

I am trapped inside a shell that is stuck to my body. I cannot release from it, and breaking it doesn't seem like a good idea. The only thing I can do now is to move around with it. This shell came around me because I trusted it and still trust it—it protected me from great danger. But being inside the shell has only been gritty and bad. It's congested and suffocating.

I hope I can escape or at least keep this shell off me for some time. Perhaps I can try having a smaller, more adaptable shell.