Everybody has their own hideout. 
It may not necessarily be a cave or a panic room. 
It can be the music blasting through earphones. Strumming on guitar strings. Dancing. Singing. Painting. 
A stroll along the beach. A run through the meadows. 
Anything.
What's my hideout? 
Writing.  
When I write, I create a world of my own where I let out my fears, face my demons, work through challenges and even invite new ones. 
Who am I? 
A typical 17-year-old trying to be not so typical. 
You have read this much about me. Which means you've already entered this world of mine. And I hope that you enjoy every bit of it till you find your way out. 
Cheers!