In all truth even if it's written it really feels like we make our choices ourselves.

One minute she was telling me lies and threatening me, saying that if I killed myself, it was because it was written. That she will never let go of me.

The next minute she strated chocking on her salad. It was really bad. I hit her on her back till she spit whatecver it was.

A minute ago, she came into my room, with a really scared face saying: You know that if you hadn't done that i would have died, right?

I said: You're welcome.

Please you banned my whole country, please unban me.