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I know that I'm already sixteen years old now. But I don't know why, I just love being a kid. I love present. I love having my own food. I love birthday surprise. I love being invited into a birthday party. I love when my mother appreciate me. I love when my friends give me something, eventhough it's just a candy. I hate being pushed. I hate being the forgotten. I hate being the last. I cry when my plan doesn't work out. I sometimes envy people. I envy people who have a lot of bestfriends and always stay beside them. I envy them.. A lot.

And I.. Still don't understand why, these happened to me.