18 december 2019 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A mind with Fake Hope. it's 23.18 pm, i've been sad for a week now. been thingking about my decision... what happen next. i don't wanna go back to that hell.. i don't wanna go home. im scared, about the Reality... the Truth. im not ready, i... i can't. i can't do it anymore... im tired i already kill my hope for my mother... i was respect my mother, until now i have big responsibilty, and that responsibility is not my Fault at all... im just a Victim... from a Broken Home why me... why me... why me... i don't like this this isn't my Fault. or is it? is it because of me? because im born to this cruel world? i... i can't enough. please stop. just stop. i don't want to go back. i.. don't know anymore. ---------...