Who am I? This question has been kept in my mind and drove me asking myself if I have always been good enough for my friends. Yesterday my mood was turned so bad from being happy in the blink of an eye by the conversation I talked with my classmates online. Before that, I believed I was treated as a very kind friend who was sweet, considerable and respected. Even now I was still doubtful whether there was something wrong with them rather than me. Formerly I loved being appreciated by friends to be a shining and even fighting girl, because I couldn’t be reconciled to take comparison between me and other girls, even though we were totally same. Till yesterday, as they were trying to remark me what exactly I was like that and as I were looking the screen sparkling a cluster of words, Sylvia is kinda self-important, I didn’t know what to say to talk them back.
Oh my god, I have never thought I could have given them such the impression! However it that my fault? This is not what I want. I wanna be totally equal to everyone, because I have been like you are, always. Nothing could ever plot us out and define us into completely different worlds. This is the point I am always holding. Am I what I was? If so, I hate it instead. What’s the matter with everything? What happen to you guys? What‘s problems Sylvia? Anyway, I have to say, there is little, if any, you guys!
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