I have never, ever in my life hurt anyone, not physically, not emotionally. I am always quite and minding my own business, which for some weird reason startles the people around me with distaste. They are hateful, because what they do is nothing at all relatable to what a loving person does to other people.

Back in my school days, other kids had this nerdy image of me, an image that gets them to feel an urge or the need to hurt me, and that's not because they're jealous, as far as they are concerned they don't want to be like me. So what do they do? They say the most annoying, irritating thing they can think of, and because they're aware of my shyness, they embarrass me in front of everybody. I remember once getting out of control, to the point that I hit one of the bullies as hard as I could for him to leave me alone. Surprisingly, and effectively, it worked, but I hate fights and intense engagements, not until it is necessary to do so. Even sometimes when we have free sessions, I sleep on my desk, and a certain bully one day came and woke me up for no reason, and I thought "that does it", and gave him a response in anger, which unfortunately stimulated him and made him keep coming at me in the future.

Nowadays, everybody wants to enforce his/her idea or shoehorn it in my brain for me to blindly accept and agree, or just be fascinated by it at any rate, because that's what he/she is expecting to get from me. If I, God forbid, disagree, then he/she has a life mission to accomplish, which is to get revenge in the most painful way they can think of, and I for one am astonished by the creative "avenging" ideas they come up with, it's like preparing to commit the perfect crime, the execution is a bit poor, though. I, thankfully, don't do that to other people, so why does this happen to me in return to my efforts in respecting other peoples' brains? No idea. Wait, I actually do have an idea as to why this happens, and there's only one answer. I am weak, and vulnerable, and that shines through my speech, behavior, and facial expressions, which accompanied me during the entire two decades I spent on Earth.

Can I for once just cry, Mrs. Life?