Nineteen has been a year of shedding old skins, trading youthful anxieties for the weight of adult realities and a growing debt. It's a constant balancing act, trying to ease the strain on Mum and Dad while finding my own footing on these city streets, pouring my observations into sketches that feel like the only true part of me left. The path ahead is uncertain, weighed down by obligation but fueled by a desperate need for air and the promise of independence.