Current Mood = Purple Clouds

I am here. I am not a robot; I am a real person who has suffered greatly.

I reached out to ask you: is it normal to die a little every day? Is it normal that I haven’t seen the rest of my family in a year? Is it normal that I am unable to meet my mother’s basic needs, like her medicine? Is it normal to have to move with my mother, who has a spinal disc issue, for the tenth time, bearing the burdens of relocation? Is it normal to watch my mother fall ill and be unable to do anything for her?

I am truly exhausted and have found no one to help me. I am not asking you for financial support. I may be weak and unable to reach everyone, and my voice is unheard. All I ask of you is to share my story in your own way. Include my campaign at the end of a public survey or share my story through an expressive drawing, and spread it clearly to highlight its importance.

I have not forgotten the pain of losing my father, so please, my mother deserves to live. Your help is my hope.

No thanks. I get a few of these copy paste texts a day from different people and I'm not really feeling it.

jason scottish

Dusk Paradise- Varsam Kurnia; 2020

Un paesaggio è uno stato d'animo.

H.F. Hamiel