stories from years past

there was a little girl controlled by parents since childhood she can't do anything from. childhood was arranged unable to do as one pleases

under house arrest like a soulless puppet can only listen to parents' orders

live without a stance

just one word from parents...

will listen to whatever that they say and do exactly what is ordered

really not to obey them completely but to not be able to refuse them because I think they are my parents, whatever my parents say, I have to listen.

anyway if you don't listen you will be scolded

why then why listen to why parents do that to their children

Because of not listening, they cursed and beat me.

very painful and very sad

Mom and Dad, I have my own thoughts too.

I need my own word

I also have my own thoughts Why so why do treat me like that

I am human too but why is that y

Why crying again

remembering how sad and happy it is to have grown up and escaped the shadow of being called a puppet

again and can't get out of it

that's so funny

why can't i get rid of it

Is there wrong with being an adult?

being an adult is tiring too childhood dreams that can no longer be fulfilled

Children and adults alike have the same sufferings.

strange too

Telling stories from childhood but what have you become?

haha is it funny

not over yet there are many more things that make me down

so many so much

the thoughts that were running through I head were why don't I just die why was i born and then say like that with I

I should not have been born into this world

Don't be like that, I have to comfort yourself that I parents are just doing it for I own good.

Haiz

think to comfort yourself

don't be sad there's nothing to be sad about it's all fault I

should be over everything isn't it?

but those words in my head like day after day

Suddenly remembering the past... At that time, thinking that I would die tomorrow, I felt helpless but closed my eyes and waited....and thinking again if I died.....

Will anyone be sad or hurt because of me?

Does anyone remember me?

Will anyone be happy when I die?

I thought a lot at that time...

But suddenly remember everyone hates me so there is no way to be sad because of me, how ridiculous

Haha

I'm still the best when I'm alone.

Living alone is still the safest.

I hate you, I you hate me as much as you want.

I'm tired, no one remembers what I hate and what

I like even though I've said it many times... Really disappointed...

If you want to quit taking medicine and die, then die. What's there to be afraid of?

What a tiring day.... Parents....