Sometime I wonder … to have your body broken, your heart broken, your soul and mind broken if it is worthy to have a child. The messed up emotions, and hormones and unending tiredness… does it worth it. This broken body isn’t the same as it used to, I’m no longer strong enough to move stuffs by myself. I hate needing somebody to help, I hate I need to ask, i hate to see people not doing things my way, I hate to see things not done like how I imagine… just because I have a child, I have a broken body, and I can’t do stuffs myself. Gosh, I hate myself not strong enough.