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-My secrets,

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I love reading books very much since I was young, when I read cartoon magazines and other things, but a long time ago I found my comfort in reading a new type of book, the content of which was psychology and mental illness, and some bloody books. I found that I felt comfortable reading them and I loved them very much.  But my father

He had another decision.

He found that my studies were more important than this nonsense, and he took from me all the books I had collected for years, then he started pulling my phone every week to reassure me.

Ali mentally

So I began to sit with myself in my room, sitting with my school book and studying it from sunrise until the moon appeared

My mind was not empty even when I was busy. I felt that I was always busy even if I was empty at any time

A lot of decisions, a lot of feelings, a lot of sayings, etc. were in my mind, discussing them with myself

I was not allowed to write what was on my mind in a diary or to meet people to talk to and share my happiness with.

However, I decided to break my father's rules for once

I made one of the small study booklets a notebook for myself and hid it inside my books.  Every day I write several pages in the toilet...

There have always been many contradictory feelings inside me. Hatred and hatred have always dominated my heart, and sadness and regret have always dominated my life.

And I miss my mother, who I do not know where she is... who she is... and whether she loves me or not.  Do you know me or not? Is she alive or dead?

I don't know.

“Mr. Yoongi wants you in the living room.”

“Can’t you also knock on the room door? I have privacy!”

“I'm sorry, sir, but these are Master Yoongi's orders.”

“What if I were taking off my clothes, what if I was sleeping?”

“I'm sorry, sir.”

I sighed heavily as I stood up, not knowing why my father was treating me like this

I need some privacy for a while.  "Never mind, not with your ears anyway."

I moved past her, going to my father

“Why are you sitting in your room?”

I sat quietly in front of him to think about his question

This is strange... Why am I sitting in my room?

Zima, because every time I sit with you, you make me hate the day I was born, and you keep blaming me for the smallest things, and you misunderstand me, and you try to organize my life the way you want?

"I don't know. It's normal, I think. I study, sleep, and just sit there."

“Why don't you sit with me?”