Sad. That is how I describe my entire high school life. I have more schoolmates who hate me than those who like to hang out with me. Perhaps, the main reason is these words. Words coming out from my mouth.442Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9dkqtU36G0
They say it is bad, dark, insulting, nonsense, abusive, harsh, offensive. They tell me to watch out for every word; pick my words. Those things continue to riddle my mind.
It hurts.
After sometime, it became a normal thing. I became used to it. But, I did not change at all. How could I? When I felt the words were just appropriate. When I just wanted to tell them the truth. When I just wanted to say the words coming out my mouth, not from my mind but from my heart.
I am sad.
I know I do not have the kindest of words nor the sweetest ones. I may only care about myself. But, I do not want to change at all. Why would I? When this is the only choice I have to express my thoughts. When this is the only remaining option to reduce misunderstandings. When this is the only way I know to do things.
I am still sad...
And it is still hurts.
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