I used to thought that you were all stupid . You were all so childish; laughing at every single thing. No , it was I that was stupid. I really wanted to play with everyone, but I was never allowed into the group. Then later, I began to think different from those immature kids. That, then, someone would invite me in. I thought that might happen, so I hung around. I was prejudiced and weak. One day I called out my friend. I thought that they will never call back, that they hated me. I was so angry. Angry at myself for my weakness. Ever since then, I felt that everyone blamed me. I got out of control. I'd get into fights without caring who it was.