When I was 10 I had (another) existential crisis: I didn’t want to grow up. Most kids might go through it sooner or later, but mine was intense and quite persistent. I remember spending days trying to convince myself it would be ok. I don’t think I ever succeeded.

They say that childhood is ephemeral, a transitory stage. In fact, it’s the only time of your life when you have a stable sense of identity. Never again will you look in the mirror with such determination and say : This is who I am. And I want ice-cream.

I think I still exist, without an audience.
The Ice is melting. I'm no longer ashamed of my words.
And I'm too stubborn to end this, anyhow.

Didn't they tell you?
There won't be any winners in this power struggle. Only fools.