Mother never comprehend me. The way she communicates is yelling, screaming. Yet, I'd like to think she tried. She's able to show her rage. Too bad I'm too shut to express mine.

Father was there, he only witnessed my childhood. Yet, I'm thankful he's gone before my adolescence, I'm sick of trauma destructed reputation, and aches. He's making promises yet again, but it doesn't excite me anymore, none of his promises...