I know I’m not a good daughter. Little mistake I made, scolded. But it’s just not me who’s bad in here. I obey everything what they say. Yeah I sometimes disobey. I’m hurt unexpectedly and unconsciously. It feels like they don’t love me. They hate me every time I did wrong. Like I did a big mistake. I don’t lie. I say what I know, when someone asks. I know I lie, but I my lies are just little and plain. No one will hurt when I lie, I assure that always. Cause I don’t want to hurt someone. I am guilty of being guilty.