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My (boring) story—which you are free to skip: one day in January, my mother gave birth to me at 1:35 PM. An hour after I left the womb, I was being passed around like a rag doll. I didn't realize it yet, but that was the most important moment of my life. January marked the beginning... before the loss, before I lost my innocence, before I learned that anything even remotely plausible was actually possible. I was born on a special day; I am a "Golden Pig" in the Chinese zodiac (and no, I am not Chinese). The Golden Pig is a unique symbol that appears only once every 60 years, as it is believed that a child born in the Year of the Golden Pig will bring great prosperity and good fortune to their family. This was a matter of great importance to my family—though, as it turned out, I ended up being completely ordinary. (Lol.) In any case, I was named after both of my grandmothers; my full name, for instance, looks something like this: *First Grandmother's Name* *Second Grandmother's Name* *Mother's Surname* *Father's Surname*. I have entered this world in the form of an entity named Ana (Anastasia), and I intend to set my soul free. I plan to use this space to document my final few months. I am truly in the prime of my youth; I haven't experienced anything more exciting than the average person, and—truth be told—I’m not exactly "okay." I am not mentally ill (at least, no more so than the average person), and I have no interest in love. There is absolutely nothing standing between me and a perfectly ordinary future.