Aug 31, 2009 ' 3:44 PM Y
Why must I resort to using such methods?!
People ask me why I seem to dislike kids, and mostly as long as they are younger than me, I don't really like them. Really.
I have no idea. I just don't like them. Can't really interact well with them, and don't seem to have the interest to do so.
Yes, I'll still give tuitions and classes. I'll still teach and help them, but its always education wise only. I don't seem to be able to mix well with children, does that make me look "love-less"? The fact that I can't really handle children well, and I won't play with them on my own accord, does that make me look "un-caring"?
Maybe its because in my world, I want to be the child, forever. I want to be the one who thinks immuturly, I want the one to be cared-for, not to care-after. Maybe I can't accept the fact that they do things without thinking. That's why I walk around with my ear-pieces on whenever I'm on my own. So I won't have to listen to their stupid and childish conversations. So i'll always be the only childish one around.
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So...
One week after I called the police...
Not a single soul walks around...
Not a single sound of the ball being kicked...
No one's shouting after one another...
None of our clothes went missing again...
Seriously, why do some people want to learn things the hard way? They think its funny? They think its exciting? They think we keeping quiet is afraid of them? NO!!! If they think disturbing our lives, stealing our clothes, vandalising our homes, dirtying our living areas are fun, I'll show them what's fun!
Cowards like them disappear the next day after I made the report. And if they ever come back again, I swear to God, I'll skin them alive and parade them in their own schools!!! If they ever dare to show their faces before me again, I'll parade them in skirts and clothes they stole from my house! I'll like to see boys of their age wear my mini skirts and my brother's t-shirts full of holes! And I'm sure the rest of my family would be glad to see them!
Cowards...
Cowards who disappear the next day...
Cowards who do not dare to play around the hard-courts anymore...
Cowards who thought we were fun to play pranks on for a change...
Cowards...
