Wednesday, 18 January 2017.

I was robbed and beaten up badly again, this time they wanted dad's wrist watch; I tried to stop them, but they were too many of them. They ended up breaking the watch, and then leaving it on the side walk.

People are so ignorant, I can't wait to change the world.

What am I writing? Will I be alive by the end of the month?

I wonder why people are cruel, but then I remember that no one is perfect. It's not fair, it's not fair. . . Not at all.

I'm weak and pathetic, no one will ever love me.

-A.