October 9th, 2009.

I was walking haphazardly along the ebb without someone convoying me cause I felt placid. Ambulating that way abets me to think precisely about the whole reality that had been tormented me. I tried to recall back the last time when I skirmished with Mom and Dad yet I wrecked myself out thinking of all those anguishes. Tears rolled down my cheeks yet nothing could purge myself out so that I'd be able to be my actual self again. I tried to convince myself that this whole reality was just a dream. Still, satisfying myself that way impaired me with a scar. This world was being acrimonious to me that I barely able to breath some ingenuousness but a horrendous wound. I felt terribly horrible that I might perish by this slaughter and all I could do is relinquishing my life.