There is something that i dont want to mention. Something happened behind blue eyes.
I was screwed up. The disappointment in my memory is hidded delibrately by myself, i need to move on.
But i choosed to leave, i choosed not to respect them, or ,in another word, I choosed to completely believe that they are hopeless. They are stupid, incomprehensive, self-willed, rude, phlegmatic. I could step on them, as hard as i wish, and they would be like a spring, no matter how i did it, they would accept and smile back tomorrow. As a type of greatness.
I dont want to loose my intellect, I want to live in an invironment of respect, understanding, assistance, etc, and we improve together, but they dont give me a chance, instead, they carried their sword and compel me to assart, and there are cliffs behind my legs, i have no choice.
