Dear awesome diary

What did they do to me? They beat me, hurt me, broke my bones. They did all of this to me just because, to them, I didn't look right. To them, I was a freak. To them, I was an unworthy spawn. The worst part of my childhood was re lived because they were too blinded by hate to see who I really was.

I wasn't afraid of going to Hell.

WW2 was Hell

Prussia