Yeah, that young energetic me died, when I was twelve, when I woke up and realised that everything around me was built up by my parent to shield me from the real world, and that they would then betray me by letting that real world harm me. They set me up for failure, for better or for worse I don't quite know, but at least I'm not ignorant of the real world, but I do feel like I'm merely an observer, watching myself suffer in that world.
Unnecessarily suffering, for no benefit to myself. Maybe It would have been better if I actually died when I was twelve, instead of just my sense of self, or the fake Idea of me that was forced upon me.