I punch the wall to pour out all my resentment. I didn’t cry in front of them because I didn’t want to show them my weakness. My heart has been too heavy for me to carry. Only now did I have the courage to respond and say everything I felt but I was still the one who was bad.

I am bad because I talk back. I had a bad attitude. I am the cause of their suffering.

I didn't ask mama to understand me. Because there is really nothing to understand in what I do. I also don't ask her to support me if we know what I'm doing...