|Sunday, 25th of February
The month is almost ending, and obviously, I am still here, stuck with the fact that I am still unaware if I'll ever get out of here alive or not. Am I the next target? Will I be able to do something worth remembering before I die? Will my mother and Carlo ever find me? These questions are still unanswered, and a part of me thinks that I wasn't ready to hear the answers behind them yet. Was I scared of dying? Maybe. . . But am I afraid to see what's in store for me? Definitely.
But then, even though it still seems to end up this way [with A LOT OF UNCERTAINTIES], I know just one thing on how to end this month. . . But that is until the final day comes for me to unfold it.
One thing, though, that made me realize that there's more pain than getting your most favo
