March 6th

What you said it might be what you'll through. It never be wrong. Never.

I just said that I want to cry, yesterday.

And today I cry.

Hearing such a bad news.

Again.

God, did you really make my heart from a glass? It can easily broke and fix.

At the same time.

Without nude. Even a day or a week.

I know that sometimes life is not as beautiful as drama. Not as bad as drama.

But it feels more painful.

Imagining something you can not through. Because I know what happened, but I can not do anything.

I keep silent like a lion sleeps.

Once you bother me, I mad.

Once you touch me, I cry.

Louder.

Getting louder.

Even louder than a sirine.

I am 20 years old.

I know everything I am not supposed to know.

But I am worrying alone.

God, help me.

Help my family.