The day come and goes by. There was nothing left. I have 3 month to struggle before I die. I don't want to fail. This is a war. War between me and the sheet of paper. Its not a prank that I create. Its time to be serious. I mean more serious. I could not deny them and its not a joke. Omg. What I am talking about ?
My brain is affected by drugs. Now I have two babies. They are so cute. But I still in trauma with what happen in the past. I scared if I loss them again. It was terrible.
I wish I could restart my life again, and be more generous to everybody.
With love, Junks.