Diary of bad weather mood

Break your fingers. One two three two one.

Brush your teeth when you get up in the morning. Don't do this. Every day is so boring.

While my aunt was away, I picked up my slingshot and slipped out quietly.

I heard that the scenery in the mountains is beautiful and the people there are simple.

Mom, I want to wander like the wind and be crazy.

Don't be so polite every day I hate being polite to everyone. Who are they? Don't know anyone.

Why can't you eat ice cream, why can't you play games, and why there is so much homework. I don't want to go to cram school. I don't want to learn what I don't like.

Mom, mom, please let go. I'm so tired. This is a cycle of time, so terrible, so horrible.

When I leave home, I will get wet in the rain. No one cares about me, but I am sick, and only my mother is with me.

Running away from home, no one cares, but no one wants to hug me anymore, no warm embrace.

I know all this, but it's like a prison here. I'm lost.

Whatever you say is what you want, because it's for my own good.

If one day, I really grow up, if you are not here, I may not know how to live. My life is dark.

Looking at those children on TV, I am so happy and happy.

Mom, forgive me. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Your love is like a chain, and I'm just a walking corpse. Don't go to school, don't greet people you don't know, don't, don't do this.

Mom, I want to be a natural child, not a goldfinch in a cage. If I die, I don't blame you. My life is up to me, not God.