cry myself to bed each night, i bury my head inside a pillow and cry/scream/howl just in the hope to calm down and start with a new day. yes, i do feel like dying and pray as well on many nights, that i do not wake up the next morning or any morning after that. i wish i could either make my parents happy or make myself happy.
but i guess this is what we call life. sigh.
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i never let my husband take complete control of me. 