My name is Freya, it originates from the Norse goddess Freyja. She was known to be the goddess of Love, beauty, war and ironically Death. My parents gave me that name but it never seemed to fit me. I was never the most beautiful of people and my personality wasn't anything that stood out. No one had ever loved me in the way I wanted either. I had spent my life being cared for by family and friends. They cared for me more than I can care to say. Even with that care and comfort, I felt with them I was never happy. I can't remember the last time I was happy and that is incredibly sad at the age of 18. But the last picture my family has of me smiling and actually looking completely and utterly happy is when I was only 11.

I took the most time to fall in love with Culture. I loved the tribal culture from Africa and I loved the beauty of Japan. But the one thing that stuck with me was Korean culture, it was so diverse from the music to the language I loved each and every part of it. Some people saw it as some weird obsession but I found a distraction in it. The music was so addictive even if I couldn't fully understand. Every spoken word was clean and nice to hear. Like everything else, this was not enough to keep me from my own thoughts of numbness. 

Some days I felt every emotion built up on top of one another from sadness to anger. Other days I would feel nothing at all and I still can't figure out which one is worse. The way I feel is no fault of an