Day 8

I remembered my mother,, taught me to be a designer,, like herself. I had a dream, that one day il be success as her, making stuff that looks nice. I want to design clothes, furniture, anything that i wanted but.. i'm just a kid, and she'll be proud when i graduate high school and become what she dreamed about.

But here I am,, gun in hand, bruises all over my body, waiting to kill. I'm tired, i dont understand.