It is hard for me to trust people I lost my faith in people in the war when my best friend stole my food and betrayed me to the enemy in POW camp.. We were starving to death at the time and stealing my food almost cost me my life, then he told the enemy some lies about me and almost got me killed.

He was trying to get rid of me before I found out he was stealing my food, I had been sharing my food with him all along. I could not figure out how he could take one share and then steal my share.

I do not I will ever find any peace or happiness probably I would be better off dead. It really doesn't matter and I do not care one way or the other I just get so tired of things at times.

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