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Atleast that is how I see it. It's as simple as that when you don't really want to think about it so you just sit there and accept that there is really no telling when people will like you, hate you, or acknowledge your existence.

In my young mind, hatred is far too complex so I stopped looking for answers as to why they hate me. Although sometimes I can't help myself but to think, "How COULD they hate me? How could they hate someone they barely know? Someone they never talked to? Someone they never EVER interacted with even when they were in the same room at the same time?"

I don't want to think of it as jealousy because there is nothing to be jealous of. I'm just me. I also don't see it as a competition because last time I checked, I did not sign up for one. I am here to listen, to learn, and most importantly, to live.

I was once filled with excitement to meet people who I think is like me–passionate, goal-driven, and dedicated. Instead, it was seen by some as aggressive, insanely ambitious, and indifferent. As much as I want to let it slide, it still disappoints me because what I saw back then were responsible people. Now, I'm not so sure anymore. I never really had anything against another but I felt a sense of hostility. Still, my name should not be taintly mentioned in the tables I'm not sitting at.

There was nothing but admiration for the past years but I guess the story will twist and turn one to be the center of repressed intense wheel of emotions and the punching bag of ridiculous assertions.