Life Story At School's

The Second Day of Attention and the End of Attention

My father's been in care for up to two weeks.

I was always at home alone, because my mother always accompanied my ailing father.

Yes, although you can visit after school. But it feels cape, go and go home again !

So every day. Finally my father was allowed to go home, but there was trouble approaching.

It is hard to speak in words.

When my father returned home his behavior became more and more so, to make me angry.

He just lay there, and told this buyin, take this, take this.

While she's just delicious.

* My father's policy *

If you are asked again.

After asking again should be 2x fold.

Anti work.

It's delicious.

That's in my view.

My father after coming home from the hospital. Seems to have a dark disease*n, his testicles are enlarged.

Maybe because of her talk. My father always said rudely, asking for tail.

Anyway I hate him so much. He behaves more than a toddler.

I feel so depressed, even wanting to kill myself it feels ...

However, it was not a good behavior ... Because there was my mother who wanted me to be a successful person.

Until I put a lot of effort into learning, even forgetting about having fun, playing with others.

To make me lonely, empty, without anyone caring about me.

It felt like crying every day, and being alone in the room ...

However, you can't !! My tears are gone because of the crying that always comes to me in the middle of the night.

However, it turns out that in the story of many soap operas, the story is inspired from the reality of others.

I once thought, what if my life is made up of stories ...

What is a good title about ?

What an oppressed Child pursues a dream, The struggle against the loneliness of life.

It will probably be a touching movie and full of good mandate in the end.

What will happen for children who are often oppressed and experience domestic violence, to make their parents happy.

My friends never know what problems I often experience, because I never tell what I often experience.

If only there were someone I could trust.

But I still can't trust anyone else. I hope one day there will be people who can, I believe.

Until the time comes. I will wait for the news.

"It doesn't matter you have a lazy nature, because being lazy is a way to take a break from perseverance ... If it is too diligent then there will be a procrastination nature."

" A special person is one who can trust himself."

All that is my motivation, even I always motivate others to get out of the problem ... Because I don't want anyone else to experience what I've been through.

I have always been the subject of other people's confessions, and a place to find solutions to their problems.

I always ask why ?

Until he realized, he was wrong too. And finally the mistake of the person is solved, until they are together.

Sometimes I want to be like those who can tell the problem to others.

But what I experience is always written on paper.

This book is called memento.

The precious things that always make me strong.

I wish someone would read my mement, and realize that I am always lonely.

The envy that always, makes me motivated to get what others get, even though it is difficult to get it