confession

notes: caution, this post contains material that most likely posted in postsecret webpage.

"i was bullied yesterday. by some of the hotshots of this country. i understand that bullies prefer to poke on the most vulnerable of the pack. they chose me. the youngest of the clan."

it is an irony that we call ourselves humanitarian organisations. somehow, i forgot that being spiteful is very humane. or, accordingly, i must have done worse than worst in my previous life to these people.

my bad, then.