As I gaze outside the windowpane and thinking of somewhat or shall I say somebody who makes me feel bitter day by day. Tears run down my face unexpectedly that I don’t even understand why I was crying. I don’t even understand why it affects me that greatly…. It looks as though that I’m that petite but they were thinking and saying the opposed one. I all of a sudden realize that people around or nearby me are the fake one. Maybe they are the one who would bring me to the peak but definitely they will be the one to set me back. So dim-witted to trust them not knowing when they are at my back they were the one who would loathe me that much.