The first fifteen years of my life here on Earth has been dreadful for if I’m going to look back during those years I would be angry at myself. You see, I have this problem. A problem that would eventually leave a mark on your social life. That illness would be the comfort zone. Since the early years of my life, I have always been that type of person where my daily schedule and life is formulaic. I’ve led a life that is predictable and boring. Wake up, eat, go to school, go home, study, read, watch videos on Youtube, write, eat again then go to sleep. If my life was a TV show then it would be cancelled immediately, each episode would be same thing over and over again. Redundant and pointless to entertain the masses.