22 years past by without having any meaning. Some were born and some has died and some has killed or even killed him self in between. We all turn old and all the happiness and sorrow seems silently disappear. But what will happen if the gathering recap the time?
in the beginning I was only a young guy or like what they said: x93a teenager with a childish mindx94 who has entered somebody elsex92s life for what I was. But I guess it didnx92t mean I could expect the crowd to understand me. Even though it was the exact words they used as premature adult they couldnx92t avoid my power of being as they saw me as the one who wanted to be the centre of the attention. But I was the child wasnx92t I? If that was true why couldnx92t bunch of adults beat a child? Why were they became the victim of situation? Are they drowning in their own modesty or just lost in their insecurity or am I just too much?
It was really amazing to know what some people things about you. For me it is not a matter of ignoring nor absorbing but a matter of making a reasonable result of the judgment. So I started to make my judgment about my self. I recap my life in the last 22 years and count how many people might hate me and how many will do the other but the result didnx92t supported their argument either.
As we all know history makes a future and today is the future of yesterday. All the present fruits are the seed we have planted in the past. I do have lots of insecurity but one thing I am sure about is that x93todayx94 I am not the one who is bitter nor lonely and am not the one who erase my self for my mistake so I guess it still makes me the centre of all.
Still I do believe they are certain about the way they have seen it and I have to respect that, but do I have to defending myself to convince them differently? I donx92t think so because  I know we will always be the little enemy in a wrong crowd.