19th March, 2024
it feels like the war will start really soon. i wish someone would finally hear my words.
i am so tired of living in fear. i am so tired of living in pain, without sleep.
i can't help but always think about my children. who can guarantee who's going to survive if a bomb is dropped over the capital?
my mind is so numb that on most days i just try to sleep time away. not think. my hands are shaking so badly, and hurt so much that writing is already a challenge. i wish there was someone who could be typing as fast as me, so that i can dictate the endings of my book to them, so that they could scribble the ends.
i slowly forget what living feels like. on most days, it feels like living on the edge of madness. no one cares, no one sees it, no one understands.
slipping into madness looks bleak. i can tell you this much.
