Selina's intensive combat camp

Some othero sides of meslef are me I like or dislike.

One of them,

She keeps teaching me never ever forgive what mom has done to us.

Apparently, I become as cruel and sharp as a blade,

my words out of my mouth  simply stratch and stab them like a knife.

I see their faces with agony, but I don't feel hurt while being scolded.

Only tears drop.

I hate my mom as a natural enemy,

She doesn't behave like a real mom, moreover, every time she speaks it feels like

giving orders, everytime she's in a happy mood, she frisks as a moron, the most

disgusting moment is she repimands and screams until her voice is hoarse.

Like this time, the fight was lighted by a registered letter.

What a joke! One single minute registered letter would have the power

to be able to break the war out!

That is so-called "My Family."

Every rediculous fights starts with a hilarious beginning.

Because of my complain wasw toward to the dreadful calling from grandmother who

always summons our names this way that has no exception to put me into

terrible imaginations as if she might have tumbled over her head or off on the stairs

, patrified pictures like these.

My words, as sharp as a blade, came out.

"Don't scream like that, grandmom, it is not someone has been murdered, alright?

Just a registered mail, there's no necessary to fuss!"

I had no intention to hurt anyone, this was a small complain!!!

Grandmom misunderstood me and thought I was cursing her to die.

And for the next ten minutes....

a war broken out?!

More worse, the volcano suddenly erupted without a sign!

The creature we call "mom",

She would go mad as a crazy animal, chides with curses and

wrath, each word is almost pushing my mind to the fringe of explosion

and those different voices in me are clamouring...

What they said?

Beat her! Beat her with any solid things you see.

Scream to them out loud and heavily fling the door

to show your anger.

Get a knife!  Stab them when they make a soud.

These are other sides of me.

If I am furious with my mom, they appear.

But me, the one mainly controlled the body tends to calm

while she was keeping blaming me with the powerful langauge

mainly to insult you and break down your self-esteem.

Sitting on the sofa against the wall with windows,

neightbors would clearly hear our emotional fight.

I started to screamed to myself and non-stoping cursed me to die

by a car run over or to be hit by a train accidentially.

Those ideas simply popped out of my mind without hesitations.

Probably those are the fastest way to die without pain, aren't they?

I would move out some day.

I eager to do so.

I shall live without these negative surreoudings.

And I will.