A continuation of my sad story of a lost childhood

Thank you all for supporting me!!! I don't feel so lonely now... But I have to sneakily read the site because we can't access the internet from my phone. For those who think that this is a good place for a child, I want to write my feelings.... I tell them to my mom when she says "you will become disciplined".I said, "You're a disciplinarian, aren't you?" She said, "Yes." "Do you like to lie down with your phone in the morning? " I ask her. I get an affirmative answer. To which I suggest my mom imagine that in the morning an officer is yelling near her ear, and if I don't jump out of bed immediately, I get a reprimand. And then I'm running cross-country. And mom hangs up the phone.She doesn't realize that it is so hard to tolerate the same person all day long, and an unpleasant one at that. There's always the same "..." in the ranks. He's the one who sleeps next to me. We share a bedside table with him. There's no other way. They yell at me for everything. I have to do everything fast. Guys are not nice around me. You can't look for sympathy and weakness, you have to expect aggression and have time to hit.I'm locked up like a prison, video surveillance everywhere, lesson control. You can't lie in bed during the day. There's a lot of sports. I'm sick of it all. I could probably escape, but where to?I'm not welcome anywhere, my parents don't need me. I don't have any friends here yet. I have to be aggressive, otherwise I will be considered a loser.

There's always a tough officer around, and instead of sympathy, he yells at me not to whine. All in all, my childhood was a success