I know why people ask that now. Why am I here?

People ask that when the people whom they treat as friends use them like a rag doll.

People ask that when the people whom they treat as friends take them for granted, and do anything they want to them. Take their stuff, use them as a punching bag, call them names.

People ask that when the very person they treat as their good friend vends their anger, anger born out of plain spoilt-brat self-centredness, on them conveniently.

It's all very fun isn't it? Telling people to fuck off when they can't even be bothered to look in your direction?

When I left Victoria School and entered SIM I hoped to start a new life. Where I am neither marred by my past actions, nor judged by what you hear from others. I hoped people would see beyond my exterior and not take shameless advantage of my character just because I wouldn't slap someone if he called me a useless overweight loser. Apparently that is quite amusing.

Thank God I have one who can see beyond my clown's smile, one who sees and accepts me for who I am, and two whom I know will stand by me. You know yourself. And thank you. Thank you very much.

orchestrated by Renhao at 6:04:00 pm
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