We need to write for screen-writing class this week, what is our “hell”.

Last week i brought something about my fear of hights and mediocrity. And i know i could’ve done better. That was the easiest thing i could have write about.

well, i think i’ve got many hells. I believe it’s hard not to pick the easy one. But i guess, if i want to make a film from it, i should write about the hard one. My Grandmother.

My fear or my hell if you like, is to be like her at the end. Why? Because we’re very much alike i guess.

I just don’t want my life to end when my loved one will die. I want to live after that. I’m scared of getting crazy and to see things that are not there. I don’t want to end up like an old lady who can barrely walk, and doesn’t think clearly.

This is not my thing.

Yeah, this is my hell.