Sense of insecurity has been increasing. I am not sure whether the day I welcome with warm heart will pass with a warm adios. Why should I expect somebody to help me out when I am in a trouble of life in living? Why do I deny to take care of myself? Enough for now!

If I have to survive, I must fight. The time is ripe to learn something that protect myself. At least I would be alive if I learn to fire a gun, no?

Regards.