This entry made is meant for the two, or rather three guys i disliked. well it might offend anyone, but I decided to write with no distinctive regards.

Most people do say they are the humourous persons in the class. But why do those blind, yet so just, feel so positive towards them? Is it the sudden craving for perhaps some de-stressing, or just mainly that they have to be followers of these two tyrants? Maybe it is because of the holding up of those insulting demands they contribute, to make me feel that the world is short of another two disgusting animals.

True, they are lovable. And entertaining. But they aren't any stand-up comedians. They are humilation. And sometimes it's better if my life is better off without them.

I really do want them to feel the complex that i developed towards this insignificant subject. Will they actually selflessly accept such an offer?

Bullys do seemed like a part of perhaps, your teenage life. Something that everyone has to go through. But there is some ambivalence here. Is it of the differences, that they carry out these kind of demostrations to those who are weaker? Survival of the fittest?

Trying to fit in is useless. Annoy and anger is what you get if you do something like that. But i happened to ease, seeming that those accumilations of frusfration isn't worth the expressions. No doubt this was indeed the sign of the upcoming disaster that is gonna happen. And i so believe that they are wasting their time, off mine.

I think that they might not have matured yet, being such that everyone had went through this important stage of growing up. Its rather childish, ambiguious and meaningless, as I looked back at those painful memories. I had lost the trust from the start. I would say BELIEF had no longer exist. I had not asked for a single apology for you. But what you had given me is much more and terrifying. I thank you for that.

Rather than plain bad-mouthing, soon some actions shall be taken. Both of us wants to have a life. So it wld really do better if we leave each other alone. Its okay if you don't. But gradually, someone will stand up, and open fires to them in the face. If the tolerance is lost, perhaps they shall know the true meaning of being hurt.

Knowing how this might offend them badly, it shall be the time they should amend their hatred ambidextrously. I really hope this labile mindset would change their way of thinking.

I have had more to express and to let out, but they are rather, messy. Maybe through a couplet, i should release the jaded thoughts.

A pail of water.
A downpour.

A piece of the clouds.
A running tap.

Water.
Liquifying.
All the same yet all so different.

Acknowledging the similarites.
Flowing a same direction.

Like a river.
Overcoming all terrors.
Without humilations.
Without grievance.

Maybe someday.
Things will change.