I RUSHED to the war without even knowing if I could survive. Not bringing any guns, knives, bombs, or anything that might help me to still alive. That's how I describe my situation at this moment. It's so hard. I want to reject those shits, but I can't because I was too scared. I am scared to lose my mother even though she does not treat me as her daughter.
But I cannot do anything more. She was born to be like that, which is the reason why I couldn't blame her. Sometimes, I asked myself if maybe I am the problem why she's acting like a witch. Is it possible that she is suffering from severe depression that's why she's doing that manner? Let's just say, okay, it's possible. But the way I look into her eyes and body, there is nothing wrong except for her evil attitude.
It was now a sunny
