There's so much that I can give. So much I am willing to give. But something always gets in the way. I would be the best, but some things won't let me. They either turn against me or they outright bunk straight in my face. There's so much things to hate for. When I grow older, start to grow my own money, I'd go for fighting classes. Because then, I'd imagine all those urchins- who slowly shaved bits and pieces of me till there was none of me left, on the faces of that punching bag and I'd beat the crap out of them. There's so much vulgarities going on in my head. It's almost like a rhythm. I am a teenager. I get mad. I get moody. So what? There's a lot to be under the cloud for. They say, a physical wound can be healed by applying iodine. But a wound in heart has no cure. Yeah, as bad as my language sounds right here. I don't care. I've got a thousand ways in my mind on how to kill a person. Believe me, I could write a book on it. A thousand ways to kill a person. But worth going to jail for? Well in my case, a juve. So nope, not worth my time nor my brain juices. Why these people exist anyway. Is it much fun? To do those things you do? Let me give it a go, see how you like it.

But you see, there's a difference. I haven't got the heart to do that. I'm human, as much evil as I am. Oh, I can be so evil. But nope, they will only stay in mind. I can't do it. I can't say it. As for some cases, I have the upper hand. True that, I have the upper hand. But I am not one who sabotages. That's not being optimistic, now is it? but I am raised equipped with morals. So I am not going to give that away. But if I shut my eyes, in tranquility, I believe I can rise above. Even after the millionth stand-up. I know I can do better. But all I'm really asking at the end of the day is, why?

Yours.