Hmm. I’m tired. I don’t want kill my feelings, but this is too heavy to me. I don’t want be happy but I’m ’cause the sorrow get away from me. It go away today when Peeti and I speak each others at phone. It was wonderful to hear that she is alive! And now I’m sad but some kind of happy that I tell her suicide try her mother and Peeti get hospital and stay there sometimes. I’m happy that she get help. I’m really happy for that but patr of me say that I did wrong when I told it her mother. She is suffering and can’t stand the pain in her head. I played the god when I keep Peeti alive. I’m wery disgusting.