I thought I was making fun,like I was flying over the moon and the stars,screaming louder like I am shouting that I am in my own world,now that world has turned against me,changing the hormones I used have,my life start to change and I regrets what I have done, killing become my first choice, no,no,no is not a baby yet no one will blame me,but when the years comes, my baby would have been 3 years by now, where is that dignity, where is that humanity and where is that Christianity, all the things that is left in you is that I killed an innocent soul