Letter

I sent this letter to my mom. to remind last December.

Mom ... do you still remember when I asked for your help? I know you still remember. At that time I really needed your help, but you couldn't help me at all. Have you ever agreed to help me, but you'd rather listen to your other children than me. at that time, if only you wanted to help me, I would definitely be a person who truly lived.
I always remember your advice, 'give in to friends, but that doesn't mean being trampled on.' how do i say it, i've already become a loser trampled. I want to be angry with you, right now. because you can't help me. You never know the impact that you're doing will last for a long time.

all I know, I just want to live. I want to choose everything myself. but you never helped me. I honestly say that mom should not be naive, we are a broken family that for years will still be like that. I know why it all happened, because we all don't want to help each other.
I'm very angry right now, even I want to go berserk.

all night long I always remember during the dark night we cried together. You said we would pass everything together. I remember you were able to cure my longing for dad, I thought we would always be like that.
now I really need your help. but I know you won't help me because you don't understand. I also can't explain anything to you. but you should understand.

all the insults I have received from unexpected parties. can't you feel it? help me please!