I have my own way to learn. Maybe I was nothing. But, it seems not so bad.
I am I. And everything I have done seems so good.
I hate everything that I never had. And, I forget to thankful what I have had.
I am jealous with everyone's past, without think, how graceful my life.
I got everything I want. With a little effort, I got a big dream.
I make a sense of life. And, then, I am still jealous with the other.
How pity am I???
