I am angry now. Because my mother hide my diary book and deleted my phone namber to the person that I like.
So now. I am very angry and I am feeling very sad... She don't like me. And I too. But I don't like her more than her! She has many secret. And she restrict me always. Maybe she does't need that I will love another person. But! It is selfish of her to behave like that!! I am not going to forgive her... But... She smile puietly at me.
I must live comfortably with her. It will be very bitter...
The past... I cut my arm by myself. Because I felt the life was very stuffy. She was afraid of being known the thing. Maaybe she was trying that. But I was more trying that she treated me harshly... But more than, I was trying that I was hate everyone. And I was put pressuure.
She doesn't know my true feeling. Rather I don't want to enderstand my feeling.