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I hate kids. People who know me well surely knows this part of me. They know that I am heartless to those little creatures.

What was the origin? I don’t know. It just came out naturally. I just hated them. Their chuckles, their cries, every deed of them are even worse than what a person can do to me when he teases me. I shouldn’t blame them because it is not their intention to annoy me specifically but they are like little sirens encircling me all over with their unhealthy noises. I hate it.

If I am that arrogant, I would have twisted their ears, grabbed their heads and smashed it on each other. HAHA! I know I’m bad. But that’s how it is. If I’m annoyed, I can do anything. Even if it’s wrong in other person’s eyes.

Maybe I just forgot how it is being a kid, I thought. Well, maybe. I don’t even remember who was I, what was I when I was a kid. How would I discover myself then if I was jailed in my own home? My neighbours then were strangers. Making friends was never on my list of plans. And so I wasn’t all that noisy and annoying like the other kids.

I was always carrying a melancholic face. People asked me why it’s like that. I never knew.

Maybe I hate kids because I am not as happy as them. I am not feeling light-hearted like them. I have problems unlike them. Maybe, I just don’t see myself in them.. They’re different.

Labels: hate, kids

cr: http://sunshinemusings.tumblr.com/

I hate kids. People who know me well surely knows this part of me. They know that I am heartless to those little creatures.

What was the origin? I don’t know. It just came out naturally. I just hated them. Their chuckles, their cries, every deed of them are even worse than what a person can do to me when he teases me. I shouldn’t blame them because it is not their intention to annoy me specifically but they are like little sirens encircling me all over with their unhealthy noises. I hate it.

If I am that arrogant, I would have twisted their ears, grabbed their heads and smashed it on each other. HAHA! I know I’m bad. But that’s how it is. If I’m annoyed, I can do anything. Even if it’s wrong in other person’s eyes.

Maybe I just forgot how it is being a kid, I thought. Well, maybe. I don’t even remember who was I, what was I when I was a kid. How would I discover myself then if I was jailed in my own home? My neighbours then were strangers. Making friends was never on my list of plans. And so I wasn’t all that noisy and annoying like the other kids.

I was always carrying a melancholic face. People asked me why it’s like that. I never knew.

Maybe I hate kids because I am not as happy as them. I am not feeling light-hearted like them. I have problems unlike them. Maybe, I just don’t see myself in them.. They’re different.

Labels: hate, kids

Howdy! My name's Mitchie and I am puhreetee. ^^, lols. I'll be legal next year. WOOOOOOH! Try guessing my sexuality.

I dream a lot. I have a lot of dreams in life.. Dreams that may or may not be accomplished in my lifetime.

I speak. I write. I remain silent. They are the only things I can do to express what I feel, dropping off the idea that I do them all by myself. Usually.

I love. I have formulated a lot of theories involving the latter based on my own experiences.. Experiences that I, solely was the one involved. So, they remain as theories. I can't make a conclusion out of it.

Just so you know, I am a Cassiopeia by heart, by mind and soul. Don't know what Cassiopeia means? It's not mainly the constellation I'm talking about that scientific earthlings would know of firsthand, but it's close to that. Try looking for it over the internet. I'm sure there will be thousands of hits once you click 'search'. So yeah, TVXQ fighting!

I dream, I believe, I survive. Starstruck!





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