I hate my name, nationality , religion , parents and the cicrcumstances I am destinated to.
I can change nothing. I have to satisfy my parents and become a good person they can be proud of. I have to worship the God they told me he is the one. I can’t express my ideas cause I can’t make my parents down. Though I hate them but they love me and that’s very painful to me. I hate them not because they have done something bad to me but because they aren’t the parents I want. No one can get out the sucidial feelings in me. […]
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