Wrongfully

Chapter 7

I was so tired, I knew the dream couldn't be my own will because of the brain's response.

however, I hope the dream goes traveling.

but all I got was a weird dream in general.

time passed, my working conditions have not made money.

the customers on my phone just written asking for free and promises promoted to others, emang materials and I work hard do not use money ?

from then on I only rely on word of mouth, because only I work and the time is actually more than a bronze.

I'm glad there are customers, but they offer very low prices.

I know, he doesn't know what I'm dealing with for just one product.they only know the process of cutting patterns and sewing, but I swear...

that's very hard to do.

I was so fed up, and continued my drawing hobby.

I don't know how many months I don't hold drawing equipment, it turns out my drawing is getting better.

I started with the laptop I just got, using to make money instead of sewing that people underestimate.

and yet...

finances at that time was very difficult, we are grateful my brother can go to college, but to buy a laptop for him is not there, he really needs it.

I'm so sad...

I don't want to sew anymore. All I get is heartache and not making money.

I was so hurt when my parents scolded me because I hadn't made any money yet.

I really hate my own family for telling me like I'm his maid.

I'm so sick of it...

I didn't even obey them, I'm now lazy - lazy, and they make fun of me by saying "labile to do something."

if you appreciate what I'm doing, I'll focus there.

I was very angry with them, but when I defended myself they said they thought "ungrateful, ungrateful, dissident, selfish."

just try to be in my position, study by yourself, sew a cobasaja.

I dare bet you guys would not be willing to be paid a little or free because the process is very difficult.

when I sent my pictures, someone said if you can make money abroad, I was very happy.

but you have to go to college first.

just thinking about vomiting, I really hate that place.

I have even felt the bullyan and greed of the lecturer.

you think I'm weak, if you want to know how I feel.

you face it yourself when someone helps you, when you defend yourself.they say "just joking, you are too sensitive, weak, spoiled" and so on.

the world there was terrifying, yet only beautiful on the surface.

my intention is to draw again to earn money and live in Japan.

but I get the same treatment for sewing, people only want to be free or if they want to pay only at a low price with the maximum limit that I do.

I can't sleep.

I can only see my own madingku full of motivation to go to Japan or other countries.

when I'm there...

when did my dream come true...

when I succeed...

my tears flowed what I could help myself.

if I go to college, it's suicide.

but why would anyone else make money just drawing like me and going abroad ?