I cannot carry on like this.

I am 31 years old – my life keeps mving erratic, from A to Z, from 1 to 100. I keep moving around and changing places.

I cannot hold to a job. I cannot be normal. I cannot enjoy things.

My father raped me when I was very little. I never told no one. My mother would probably deny it and protect my father.

I cannot report this secret, or my father will put me into court.

I cannot denounce or report anything. Only thing is left for me to do is to put it in publishing. In the hopes that someone will recognise who is the real author of the book.

Lots of love to all.
A*********