Have I been being so soft that I’ve been bullied by so many words from my beloved persons?
Are you really bullying me? Or am I really so "soft," so dull that you look down on me, thinking that I can’t doing anything for my liife except my job and my study?
Am I really a junk, a stupid person?
I don’t know if it’s right that I always treat your harshness as my forgiveness for you. Is it the fact that I’ve actuallybeen bullied.
I’m sure, however, that I don’t want to keep silent anymore.
Speak out! From now on, I will fight back, if you guys, my beloved persons, dare bad-mouth me viciously.
I am good-hearted, but not someone you can depreciate, not the one who can keep tolerate your bad temper.
We are all wrong, and we are all right, for something, for anything. Nobody can exactly assure anyone of an accuracy.
But I’m sure, let me say it again, that I am not a doll that you can laugh at.
You are not the best one, me neither. So don’t laugh at me and don’t let me laugh at you, which I really don’t want it to happen.
I don’t buy a car not because I can’t, but because I have my own plan.
If you are really sooooo good, then get a better job and show me.
You are really over today, really.
I am not the same I as you might think before. I’ve changed to begin to shape myself and my temper ’cause this is the world wants me to be.
I won’t conceal my unsatisfaction anymore if you really start to infuriate me.
Still, I can be very kind and very friendly and let off you, off anyone, if you are qualified enough.